I would blame the paint fumes, but I haven’t inhaled them yet.

It took eight years. I can’t pinpoint exactly when it happened, but after eight years the blank, white walls of my bedroom drove me to the brink of madness. It must be madness because why else would I decide to paint my bedroom in the three days I’m kidless this week? And that’s after I spend a day baking 7 pies. With the kids home. For the first time ever. And then the day after that cook (and clean up after) Thanksgiving dinner. And take the girls to our neighbors for an afternoon of (more) eating and a whole lotta fun. Then I’m going to trek to Home Depot and buy the paint I tested out and paint my bedroom. By myself.

Clearly, I’ve gone mental.

I don’t know what else to say except I have to do this. If I have to look at my bleak, blank walls of whiteness for even one more week, I’ll drift straight past mental into despair. And we don’t want that! And, if I’m being honest, I don’t mind painting. Yes, my arms will be sore and I’ll be complainy, but hey! You’re used to that! And then I will have very pretty walls and my house will feel just a leetle bit more homey. Homey is good. Homey is great!Plus, painting and creating hominess (homeyness?) will keep me out of the stores and away from the sales.

Now, if anyone is in the area and wants to help me eat leftovers from a 22 lb turkey and entertain me while I paint, just say the word. Misery Mental loves company! I have it on good authority that I am hilarious when I am mental – my sisters will provide references. Also, there will be free paint fumes and a giant vat of homemade chicken turkey soup. How can you resist? I can’t. Bring your spoons and words of validation that my colors are super purty because I AM NOT CHANGING MY MIND AGAIN. I can’t. I need to paint. Ahem.

There. Now that I’ve rather thoroughly convinced you that I’m mental, I am going to go tuck the children into bed and start panicking over the pie situation. No wonder my color choice is Paxil blue.

 

The color is really called Bon Voyage. (To my sanity, perhaps.) And it's not really as uneven as it looks - it's just drying. (Right??!)

 

 

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5 Responses to “I would blame the paint fumes, but I haven’t inhaled them yet.”

  1. Amanda Says:

    Love the color! Looks very similar to what we painted our front living room! Good luck painting! :)

  2. Madame Queen Says:

    Wish I could come help! I’m an excellent painter. Love the color, too!

  3. Mary Says:

    I actually don’t mind painting…and would rather do it by myself. It’s great therapy! If I lived closer…

  4. Lisa Says:

    If I lived closer I’d come help paint, I actually don’t mind painting at all. Instead I’ll be running a half marathon in 39 degree weather. I think I’d rather be painting… Happy Thanksgiving:)

  5. Kathy Says:

    Wish I had been able to help you paint. I could have used a break from Forced Family Fun. Love the color.

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