And other philosophical thoughts had while painting my kitchen. White. I painted it white.
I gathered my stuff, took off some switch plates and got to work. Painted a small section and stepped back to take it in. That was the oh crap moment. White. That white is a tricky little color. I only thought the beadboard was white. In reality, next to the newly painted swiss coffee white wall, my beadboard was gray. And not trendy, cool gray. It was dirty, dingy grey. Yuk.
I had to remind myself, never make a decision about paint with that first swipe of paint. It almost never looks good until you get the second coat on the wall. I kept reminding myself of that as I trudged on singing oh no, what have I done, what have I done...
So I made my way around the room. One coat, two coats. It was a learning process. I learned I really need and ipod, more on that later. I also learned that your trim may be white, you may be sure your trim is white. If it has been a few years since it was painted white, it probably isn't really white anymore. Want to find out how white your trim really is, or isn't in my case, paint the wall next to it white. That brings me to my final lesson learned. Never assume a paint job is going to be quick and easy.
Know where this is going? Yep, Almost every inch of my kitchen is getting painted. Including the upper cabinets.
The house was quiet as I painted, no one home but me and Toby. In the quiet, various songs played in my head. The first had been playing for a while before I consciously realized I was singing onward christian soldiers, marching as to war...
Why? Why is this song playing continuously in my head as I paint. No idea. Seamlessly the soundtrack changed and then Bad, ba-a-ad, blood, blo-o-od, is takin' you for a ride. The only good thing about bad blood... again, WHY??? Have I heard these songs recently? I have no idea. I don't even like Neil Sedaka and though I love old hymns, Onward Christian Soldiers is not a favorite.
If this painting continues much longer, I have got to get an ipod!