So I'm slower than tarnation apparently-- because it took me an entire week,
to finish painting this room.
Oh, and the whole week to complete operation "Baseboard Pimpin'"--
Oh, and to frame out the last window in this room with moulding. Scientists can't explain why it wasn't done before.
I am begging the hubs to remove this aquarium to the casino/basement. As this will seriously be a 12 hour process (no lie), he's not happy with me. So I can expect that to be done in 2015.
And how does one paint behind a half-ton aquarium? Like one does a toilet. Get where you can, and then fuggedaboutit.
But live the dream with me, won't you? Because once the fishies are gone, this wall will then become something like this.
now, NOW this room truly is a blank slate, and I'm so freaking excited to get all up on this and give this room character--
and I have a lot to say about this process. But first--
the paint color I chose. It completes me. You don't have to love it, 'n that's okay--
but it soothes my soul. It's the center one-- "Oatlands Subtle Taupe" from ze Valspar collection--
and I lightened it 25%. Not sure I should have done that. But what's done is done. But this taupe color--
it's actually in the greys-- (gray? Grey? I'm so confused) and I like to think it can read either warm, or cold. Depending on what you put with it.
So I'm saying it's my personal perfect greige, 's what I'm saying.
But moving on.
Remember when I talked about having a decorating identity crisis? It's a problem on a whole new level.
Just when I finally narrowed down what I really, truly want in this room,
which just so happens to be a Restoration Hardware European look, by the by--
(nothing kitschy this time-- been there. Done that. Over it.)
I find myself, yes, myself, undermining my efforts.
"Ooh but these adorable, patterned, coral pillows would be so cute in here and would add a pop of color!"
Do you see coral in those above pictures? Do you?
I have to keep my head in the game. Keep to the code.
This look that I want has a strict policy: all light neutrals, warm wood, understated art, lots of moulding, and a little gold or silver bling.
Nothing more. Nothing less. Is that too much to handle?
I've been all over the valley looking for the perfect furniture. I'm crippled by indecision-- nearly hysterical--
"Oooh. . . I just don't know if that will complete 'the look'. . . ."
"What if people hate it??"
At this point, it'd be best if someone shook me by the shoulders, and was all,
"Madam! Contain yourself!" (*Swack swack*-- slap to the left, then the right cheek.)
Get out the smelling salts, here, sheesh. Now I can see why people never decorate-- you're frozen because you're afraid to make a mistake, so you make no choices whatsoever.
"What if people hate it??" Well, I'm pretty sure it's okay, because it's my own dang house.
And do I think I can really, truly pull this off?
In a craptastic sort of way-- sort of.
Just know this: I've got a sofa on order (so cheap it should be illegal), wall art in the works--
and I see a shiny mirror, lots of white curtains, and more moulding in the future. Oh yes. I can see it all. It's time to strap on a set, and man up.