Jon has been chomping at the bit since we found out we're expecting to paint the baby's room.
I knew right away that I wanted grey walls, but I had to figure out the bedding first. Then, I couldn't find bedding I liked, so I recruited my step-mother to help me make the bedding. Which led to having to pick out fabric, which was a whole other ordeal. Along with first trimester yuckiness, the entire process took months.
Needless to say, Jon's been waiting patiently the whole time to paint the room.
Last week, I finally narrowed down the swatches, and picked a match to the grey in my bedding fabric. Well, I narrowed it down to two....and then despite my intuition telling me to go with one, I went with the other. {This is where I went wrong. ALWAYS listen to your intuition!!!}
While I was having dinner with a friend last Thursday, Jon started painting. By the time I got home, he'd finished two coats on the walls and was ready to start trimming around the ceiling and baseboards.
First impression? BLUE.
My grey was blue.
I tried not to panic. Maybe it was the lighting. Perhaps it was the bright yellow still showing around the top and bottom, playing tricks on my eyes. Surely it would look better in the morning.....
Well, in the morning, in my half asleep stupor to get out the door, I forgot to look. But a call from Jon later confirmed my worst fear.....it did look blue.
Friday, we discussed, and I cried. Yes, cried! Oh, the hormones got the best of me that day. See, I'm not sure what it is, but there is nothing I dislike more in my home than blue anything. {remember the whole office fiasco last year?} I just can't handle it.
Jon was great. He gave me a big hug and told me that if I really wanted him to re-do it, that he would. But I just couldn't bring myself to pull the plug. He had been so excited, and had done such a great job, and we bought two gallons of paint! And, not just any two gallons, two gallons with primer, just like I insisted....the expensive stuff.
So, he started trimming. Maybe that would really help. We stood in the room, staring at the walls. "If you look long enough, it does look grey! Oh, but it looks blue over here." Jon tried convincing me that the color changing walls were cool. Ultimately, I wasn't having it.
On Saturday, I sat in the room by myself, while Jon got ready to finish painting. I finally bucked up and went to him and broke the news that I could let him finish it, but I sort of already knew I was gonna ask him to re-paint. I just knew that if I settled, I'd still be hating it in a year, and it would bug me every day.
He was so fantastically awesome.
No questions asked, he went to Home Depot and got my new paint. {the one I knew I should go with from the get-go} And, you know what, within an hour or so, the nursery was perfect!!! As soon as he started painting, I could tell it was going to make all the difference in the world.
I love it!
And, I love my husband more. He's so, so good to me!
Lesson learned: Always go with my gut!!! Mama really does know best. ;)
Do you have one color that you can't stand to have in your house?
*I just felt the need to note that I fully understand what a first world problem this was. Ultimately, just having this baby is such a gift, that what difference does the wall color make? I am so very blessed, and grateful.
