9:13 a.m. I wake up, ready to paint, but Hot Pants is still sawing logs. I go downstairs and eat breakfast, visions of Olive Smudge and Smoky Olive dancing in my head.
10:02 a.m. I can't stand the anticipation anymore. I go upstairs and insist HP get up. He announces we need paint stirrers. But I want to start painting right now, dammit. After a little pouting on my part, he goes for the stirrers while I tape the bathroom.
10:33 a.m. He returns with the stirrers. The magic is about to begin! HP leaves again to get a few slices and read at the pizza joint by our house, his usual Saturday routine. I'm glad to not have him there watching my every move. Plus, I want to impress him with my painting prowess.
11:02 a.m. I have immediate painters remorse over the colors we've chosen. They're kind of dark. And dramatic. And a little, um, green. I press on, hoping it gets better.
11:43 a.m. Shit. I knocked over the lamp and broke it into pieces on the tile floor of the bathroom. I decide to put off calling HP about it until later. Besides, I think it's a little weird that he likes to have a lamp in the bathroom. I'm not alone here, right?
12:43 p.m. I decide J-Roddy Walston and the Business is the absolute best music to paint by. I call HP to see if he can bring another paint roller home.
1:01 p.m. I space out while listening to "And She Was" by the Talking Heads. Paint fumes are making me a little loopy.
1:13 p.m. HP returns home. I make a snack while he goes upstairs to check the paint job. He comes back down with a sad look on his face. I immediately think he hates the color or I did a bad job or the cats have sneaked upstairs and tracked Olive Smudge all over the carpet. Instead, he is sad about the lamp. Shit. I forgot to tell him.
2:03 p.m. We go to Lowe's to find a stencil for the bathroom. And possibly a new lamp. He's in full-out remorse. Apparently, this lamp was a BIG DEAL.
2:13 p.m. Having no luck at Lowe's, we drive to Home Depot. No luck there either. WTF? These places sell fucking paint, but not stencils.
2:32 p.m. We drive back to the shopping center with the Lowe's to try Target. We get in a fight. About the broken lamp. Seriously. No luck at Target or Bed, Bath and Beyond.
3:04 p.m. We return home, and I finish up the painting. Two walls are Smoky Olive while the other is Olive Smudge. They are so close in shade that I keep getting them mixed up and crossing brushes. Fucking shit. I hate painting. Who's idea was this anyway?
3:49 p.m. I hate green. I hate paint. I hate brushes. I hate this goddamn bathroom. I'm tempted to leave it as it is. Let Mr. Lamp Lover finish it.
4:34 p.m. The bathroom is finally finished. The paint tape did not rip the paint off the ceiling. The paint looks kind of nice. Awesome, actually. Especially with all of the art we have to go in there. And I managed not to break anything else. Plus, HP likes it. And I've agreed to buy him a lamp.
6 comments:
It looks really wonderful! I'm super impressed, and LOVE the blog post.
and yeah...really, hp? a lamp in the bathroom?
Awesome. We're going to paint the shit out of some rooms next weekend, including the Tennessee Orange kitchen that some people still think I'm kidding about.
It is important to one's mental health and physical well-being that one have adequate, pleasant lighting AT ALL TIMES.
The light over the sink is simultaneously too bright when seen directly, which sometimes happens accidentally, and not bright enough to reach the whole room. The light in the fan is too dim. The addition of a small accent lamp on a corner shelf is both attractive and functional, mitigating the harsh glare of the over-sink light and increasing the visibility of one's reading material while on the toilet or in the bath.
So :P
So far we have looked at Lowes, Home Depot, Target, Bed Bath & Beyond, Tuesday Morning, and Ikea, but so far have not found a lamp to equal the late lamented. We WILL find one.
I have to say, I feel that way about lighting HP, but really in every room in the house EXCEPT the bathroom. It did look like a nice lamp though.
The color is lovely and so is "And She Was"
Don't get me wrong. I feel badly about breaking the lamp. I just don't get haveing a lamp in the bathroom. But I love Hot Pants, which means I love everything about him, even his weirdo lighting needs.
Those colors look gorgeous! You did an awesome job ;)
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