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July 12, 2007 Thirty-Six Days 
This is the beige I am contending with.
It is everywhere. Cabinets. Cabinet interiors. Walls. Trim. Doors. Inside of closets. Everywhere. Have I mentioned that I am not a fan of beige? I'm not. The beige is, moreover, an oil-based high-gloss beige that requires sanding and priming. Sanding and priming walls and trim and doors is tedious. Because everything was beige, even the trim, taping had to be done more than once--the first time so I could prime everything, the second time so I could paint just the walls. Also, they painted Frances's closet door shut. It would not budge. Chiseling the closet door open caused the decades of layers of oil-based high-gloss paint to peel off like old vinyl wallpaper--but not consistently, leaving patches of paint that wouldn't budge themselves and also had to be chiseled off. Then sanded and primed. But look! Even just covering the beige with primer made such a huge difference.
Though not as much of a difference as the actual paint. The blue looks exactly the way I had imagined it. Going on it was so light that it was difficult to see where the paint had gone; it looked more like a shadow than a different colour. Even now, if it weren't for the white trim and white doors, it might look simply like white walls.
The pink, on the other hand...
...is very, very pink.
Very pink. Frances is lucky she's so cute. She'll love it. Me, not so much. The trim still needs to be done, but after that the bedrooms will be finished. Posted by Andrea at July 12, 2007 5:50 AM under Decision 2007 EMAIL this entry (comments fields are below this section) Comments Patience is a pink room girl too. Luckily it's a pretty pale pink, LOL. Posted by: Julie Pippert at July 12, 2007 8:02 AM
The things we do for love. Oh, well. In a few years, when she outgrows the love of pink, you can paint it again. Hope you get some rest! Posted by: KLee at July 12, 2007 11:56 AM
I love the ice blue!! Posted by: Sue at July 12, 2007 12:01 PM
We suffered through Pepto-Bismol pink. Then we arrived at a lovely, pale lavender. As I always say, "It's only paint!" Posted by: yankee,transferred at July 12, 2007 12:26 PM
She will adore it, you're a good mama. Posted by: flutter at July 12, 2007 12:55 PM
Love the blue! It looks like a blue we picked -- if it weren't for the ceiling you'd swear it was white! I hope Frances adores her room! Posted by: MIche at July 12, 2007 1:36 PM
Ooh. Yes, that's a particularly violent shade of pink. It's better than the screaming lavender that O painted her room a few years ago, but not by much. Still. It's only paint. Why do people use oil-based paints? They did that to all of our doors in this house, too, and now, every time it gets humid, they stick and then peel a bit. Posted by: julia at July 12, 2007 1:39 PM
I think what's making it especially pink right now is that there's nothing else in there--no furniture, no curtains--to cut the pink down. Still, it is the pinkest damned thing I've ever seen in my life. But it is the pink she picked herself. Posted by: Andrea at July 12, 2007 1:50 PM
Ohh...I had a pink bedroom that color when I was little and loved it! I'm sure that Frances will too. Posted by: Suz at July 12, 2007 8:18 PM
My daughter had a room almost the identical shade of pink. With flowered sheets and coverlet with the pink in them. Erk. Posted by: Mary G at July 12, 2007 9:46 PM
I have the exact same step-stool. How about that. Are those trees out the window? Trees go a long way in mitigating pink : ) Posted by: Jennifer at July 13, 2007 12:04 AM
Love the ice blue. And your daughter will adore her pink walls -- and nothing another can or two of paint can't 'fix' in a few years when she wants a change. Well done, Mom! But who on earth paints a closet door shut? Posted by: ewe_are_here at July 13, 2007 2:43 AM
Oh, Zachary would LOVE the pink room. He'll go for anything pink. I think it would be EVEN better if you put sparkles on the trim. Posted by: Emily at July 13, 2007 4:28 AM
Jennifer--yes! Nice, big trees. With squirrels and birds living in them. Ewe--someone in a hurry. Took a lot longer to fix than it would have taken them to leave hte door open while the paint dried, though. Emily, I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that.... Posted by: Andrea at July 13, 2007 7:06 AM
That blue is beautiful! It is so icy and cool. Kid L's room is a shocking pink color. I never did like it but she picked the color. Posted by: ccw at July 13, 2007 9:06 AM
Oh yes...that's pink. But once the furniture and decorations are in it will tone down no doubt. What colour is the bedding, or do you have it yet? Darker would be nice, especially with the nice white furniture. The blue is great! Can't wait to see the rooms when they're furnished! Posted by: Tanya at July 13, 2007 9:10 AM
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