In my family, when we paint walls, we paint them off-white. Ceilings can be bright white but walls are always creamy. So, I imagined us teetering on tall ladders, spreading drippy, soft white paint over walls 20 feet high. It was not a pleasant thought.
Happily, we are great procrastinators. We procrastinated so remarkably well that it was 17 years before we decided to repaint. It's a quirky house, anyway, so why not have purple walls? Right? We actually grew quite fond of the purple walls and even chose furniture to complement them - the color wheel came in handy for that exercise!
With all the new construction, however, and the availability of workers willing to stand on 20-foot ladders, we decided that at last it was time to repaint. So, here's a picture of a corner where Lupe has painted the left side of the corner but the right side is still our old light purple. The new paint is a warm, light taupe color that is gray in some lights, a nice, warm gray.
I can already imagine our art work, lovingly collected over those seventeen years, gracing the new walls. Changes are happening daily, now. Things are starting to look more and more like a real house again.
So heartening, these changes!