My Painting Pants

My Painting Pants. That could be the ever-so-practical name for my pair of leg coverings absolutely festooned with paint splotches, which would of course play a role in the “exhibition of my life”. The museum spectacle, as portrayed in my head of course, would have the pants spread out on a wall with arrows and brief descriptors pointing to various paint stains.




As you may surmise, I am NOT a nitpicking, detail-oriented decorator (which is not always a great thing to be when you crane your neck upwards to examine wall corners and ceiling crevices, or atleast what you can observe of them through the filmy cobwebs). More paint probably ends up on me and my clothing than it does on the walls. [Some see the world through rose-coloured glasses whereas I tend to view it through paint-speckled ones.]

Maple Leaf blue is both our living room colour in the first home we owned together, as well as our current garage doors.

Chocolate: The colour of the kids' room, making it cave-like in its darkness (both good and bad aspects to this).

Pepto Bismol Pink: The shade of Rebekah's shelf, and also the colour I painted the bathroom a few months ago in attempt to produce some sort of shocked reaction from my husband. It proceeded to "haunt" me as it was a mess to clean up, though now I can claim to have had a pink washroom, my favourite colour!

Pale sky blue: Our first home's guest bedroom/computer room.

Of course I can't even recall the true names of the colours, so really why do I obsess?

Ironically Sleek Walls

After a child trade (I had two for the morning and now a friend has two for the afternoon) in order to aid us both in actually getting something checked off our massive ‘to do’ lists, I set to work at putting a second coat on the nearly completed bathroom (yes, yes, that one that has been under construction for 2 years now).

I veer towards the mistints (much cheaper, and yes, I have yet to be converted to environmentally friendly paint, shame on me). The first one, upon opening its lid was more mauve than the greyish tan splotch it advertised. We exchanged it. Second can: slick first coat was an exact match to new greyish grout. Perfect. So this afternoon I intended on coat 2 and possibly 3 paint completion…except that as I stirred and poured the paint, previously grouty grey, was now tawny with bits of PEI soil shade. Rolled a bit on the wall. PEI polka dots. Made me think of potatoes (that was an easy supper menu decision.) Hmmm.

Wonderful Paint Lady Tracey (wonderful for more than just her paint expertise of course)at Home Hardware had never heard of such a thing happening. "Changing colours overnight? REALLY?!?" And of course couldn't match exactly without us examining all of the paint chips lined up so sequentially (and so terrifyingly: what if it ISN'T the right shade? as though that truly matters in the grand scheme of life). And it was then that my eccentric little habit of choosing paint hues based on their name blaringly (almost) got in the way of perfect colour match. I was sure, above all else sure, that "Irony" would be the one (especially being as this would be the third can of paint involved)...who knew that "irony" was pale steel coloured? I would have thought more of a reddish cast....? But, alas, it was "sleek" that won the race. And "sleek" that dons the walls (or atleast the two I could do as the tormentingly now auburnish wall still dries before being ready for its new coat).

Does anyone else do that or am I the only one??? (I am sure SOMEONE out there has to have this habit too?) And who names the colour chips anyways? Do they meet regularly with Crayola Dudes to compare? What colour do you think Persian Essence would be? (Ha ha...go seek the answer!)