This is the breakfast nook with the previous owner's table and chairs. I really like the doors and the windows. But the colour just wasn't me. It was dark red. The kitchen, which adjoins this, was a dark reddish/orange. Definitely not me. On Friday I started painting. The first coat was just a primer to cover the dark red. It took me three and a half hours, with all the prep having been done the night before.
This is the primer coat. I do NOT like ladders, and I had to climb to the very top step and stretch up to reach some of the peaks. I have a bruise on my shin from leaning so hard into the ladder. Clutching the ladder with your shin bone is not an easy feat!
I took this photo at night, before we put the blinds back up. Believe it or not, this colour is gray. You don't believe me? Well, neither do I. We thought we had chosen a gray-blue. I had done a large swatch on a piece of white paper and it looked gray. But no matter how we tilt our heads or squint our eyes, we don't see gray, just blue. However, it's a very pretty blue and I think we'll keep it.
The job is not quite done. The French doors need painting - they are still red, but I'll have to wait for a warm sunny day so I can leave them open to dry. That won't be for a couple of months. And one wall in the kitchen will be removed so I didn't paint that. But the majority of it is completed.
And I'm amazed at how much I'm affected by colour. When I walk through the house and catch a glimpse of this colour, I smile. I can't help it. It's the only room so far that reflects my taste. And what a difference it makes. My husband laughs, and I have to laugh at myself, too. Who would have thought?
What shall I paint next?