Painting the Living Room

Painting the Living Room

Waiting to cross a street, a blue truck drove by. Not your average blue, a light soft blue. It caught my eye because I was trying to decide on new paint for our living room, which was already blue.

We got the house from my husband’s mother’s estate. He inherited half, his sister the other half. She had a house, and also lived in another state, so we bought her half.

I’d been on this quest for a few weeks because my husband, John, was fixing the old fireplace in the living room, and I had never really liked the dark blue. It was on the side of the house that never got direct sunlight, so it always seemed dark to me. Take into account, every room in the house was blue paint, or blue wallpaper…his mom’s favorite color. But the dark living room bothered me the most.

My husband was reluctant to change the rooms he’d grown up with. So, I planned to do it myself, while he was away on business. Yes, sneaky, but we’d lived here a couple years, it was my house now too! Finally, I decided on white! Can’t get much lighter than white! I started early, when he was on a three-day trip. I painting the whole room white!

Standing back to take in my masterpiece… it looked like a hospital! I screamed so loud the cat ran away! I went straight to the hardware store, choosing the first yellow paint I found. I had the whole room yellow before dark that night! The next day I moved the furniture back, and when he arrived home the following day, he was shocked, but he liked it!

And that was the day I started to love our house, forty years later, and I still do.