If At First

Over the years, I have painted and/or papered more rooms then I care to remember.  In fact, in my current home, I have painted every room once, several twice, and a couple three times.  For some reason, my wife always thought that paint wears out.  In many cases, it looked as good as when I put it up while I was then covering it up.  But that is another story.

For at least the last year, my wife was after me to repaint the living room.  In the 15 years we have lived here, it had already undergone two face lifts and I therefore was not too excited about doing it again.  But a man can only find so many excuses, i.e. “it hurts my knees to go up and down ladders” or “crawling around on the floor cutting in baseboards hurts my back” before he ultimately succumbs to the pressure.  So it was, one evening while she was perusing a Country Woman or Country Living or Country something magazine she slid it in front of me and innocently said “isn’t that a pretty room”?  I naively but truthfully replied “it really is”.  She continued “I think it is the wall color, don’t you?  It just has a warm feeling”.  Again, I had to agree, and that is when the trap snapped shut.  That” she declared “is the color we are going to paint our living room”.  Game, set, match.

Reluctantly, within the next few days I collected a bunch of paint samples and we walked around holding them up and putting the keepers in a pile.  Ultimately we narrowed it down to the color that most closely matched the color in the magazine.  I then purchased a sample can and with her direction, painted spots on the wall next to bookcases and the sofa to determine color compatibility, and in other spots around the room that either did or didn’t get much sun.  After living with it through a few cloudy and sunny days, we finally decided it was a go.  So I went to the hardware store and purchased two gallons.

Now, you would probably think that the rest is history.  We painted the room and lived happily ever after.  Well, you would be wrong.  Prior to my applying the first brush stroke, my wife asked me to stand in a specific spot, look at the wall and tell her whether I thought the paint looked shiny.  I did, and it was.  I looked at the sample can and sure enough, it was satin.  She said “I hope the paint you bought is flat.  I guess you know the answer to that before I even tell you.  I had two gallons of satin paint.  I made one lame attempt at asking “do you think it would really bother you that much”, knowing I was already going down in flames.  Shortly thereafter, I bought another gallon in flat.

My wife, ever the resourceful person said “why don’t you try using some of the paint in our master bath rather then have it go to waste. You want something washable in there”. Now, I didn’t even know our master bath needed painting, but hey, since I am also a frugal (cheap) Yankee, I dutifully applied some of the paint to our bathroom walls in several spots and let it dry.  We later both walked into the room and collectively agreed it was way too dark.  I even took one can back to the store and they tried adding a bunch of white pigment to it and we still couldn’t make it work.

I have since lost my wife, but I know she was happy and secure in the fact that both rooms are going to get painted.  I picked out a light color that will go well in the bathroom and have been painting it over the last few days.  I still have a way to go, but it is starting to look pretty good.  In fact, a few days ago, Michelangelo stopped by and said he liked it.  He also wanted to know if I planned to do anything with the ceiling.

 

 

 

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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5 Responses to If At First

  1. quiall says:

    Now you know your wife is looking down on you to make sure you get it right! The next time the sunshine shines on those freshly painted walls just think of her smiling.

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  2. This is so scary good that I will never read this to my wife. Take that as a compliment. Please!!

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  3. Send pictures of the ceiling when you’re finished, please.

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  4. Sonya Kassam says:

    What a beautiful story. I’m sure this will please her immensely. 😊

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