I’ve been aching for a fresh new look around here. I did some rearranging and made a few furniture acquisitions, but it just didn’t fully satisfy the need for change. I decided to swallow the risks and brighten up the scenery with a fresh coat of paint. Luckily the weather was nice, the windows remained open all day, and the fumes were minimal. Gadget, of course, did not approve. (This seldom stops me!)
Cyclone Boy, ever the enthusiastic helper, got his own portion of wall.
He wasn’t at all pleased when I painted over his “bicycle.”
So much love! I see why graffiti is so fulfilling. Bye-bye, fire orange and butterscotch.
That woman looks ten months pregnant, not five. Gah!
Hello ocean mist and sandy beach.
I’m not sold on that blue, now that it’s up. I love the shade, and it looks great with the espresso shelving, but the couch is sage and it looks a bit meh. The couch is so comfy, though. But it’s huge and consumes the little living room. (I’ve lamented the poor floor plan of this place on several occasions.) The blue is an accent wall, shared by the dining and living areas. I can always change it so that it blends better with the furnishings, but I was so heart set on that blue. I’ll keep it for a while.
Next up, a post in which my ever loving and gracious husband declares that I look like a teapot.
