Monthly Archives: October 2014
Before hitting the “go” button on painting our new Master Bedroom, we tried out quite a few sample samplers before landing on a color that seemed perfect. I even researched the color… no seriously! And after seeing just how highly rated this designer solar was, it just felt like it had to be foolproof.
So we pulled the trigger.
And 2.5 days later, we hate it.
The worst part is that it just took us SO long to finish painting, thanks to the ridiculousness that is lay-down textured walls. Can I get an Amen?! And that wasn’t just because we’re slow or we took our time, either… I painted for 9 hours on Saturday, 8 on Sunday, and then Studly finished up with a few hours on Monday (thank you Columbus!).
The problem is that the color is just so much lighter than we anticipated. And we had even painted swatches of it on every wall, sometimes several times on a wall. Super frustrating! Really, though – search Pinterest (or Google) for Benjamin Moore’s Revere Pewter. It does NOT look like a very light, cold color in pretty much ANY of the pictures or articles about it. So I was thoroughly displeased with the outcome.
Our bedroom is quite large, so now that it’s entirely painted this really light color, and since none of the warmer aspects of the color came through at all, it feels like we’re waking up in an asylum. The only time you can tell the awl isn’t white is when you look at it right next to the trim.
Oh right… and our ceiling and trim aren’t quite white either. *sigh. which I discovered after trying to touch up where the awful previous colors were around the ceiling.
So that’s where we are. Ridiculously exhausted from all of the time and effort spent painting over the holiday weekend, and really disappointed with the end result. We aren’t making any rash judgments about the color just yet, but frankly – I’m not at all sure how we could change our minds to keep it. It’s just not what we wanted and in our effort to make this place feel like home, it feels like we’ve just taken 3 steps in the wrong directions.
Back to the drawing board, I suppose.
Have you ever done something like this? Have you had bad experiences with paint color, either in your choice or in a house you’ve moved in to? Any suggestions for painting textured walls?
My biggest thing now? I’m on a huge paint sprayer kick. I’m almost positive that an airless sprayer will make painting this house LEAPS and BOUNDS easier than any other technique. Has anyone had any experience with paint sprayers? I am ALL ears – err… eyes?
Wish us luck in finding the strength to try again… and in finding the right paint color!
That’s exactly what I need, these days. Someone really needs to just light a fire under this bum of mine.
I have all these ideas and plans and this big vision… but that’s where it has ended for this chick. I have no “get up and go” to go with it. It’s ridiculous.
We’ve been focussing on creating heather habits, which is awesome, of course. But we really need to tsp up our game.
Sadly, we still have a few boxes that haven’t been unpacked (I’m ashamed!)… and we haven’t done like ANYthing in the way of decorating. All of this translates to this place not really feeling like home yet. And that’s almost 3 90 days after moving in. And since we live in a new city and don’t really no anyone, feeling like home is kind’ve a big deal. So I really need to get it in gear and start “moving in” to this place.
The problem? I’m one of those people who doesn’t like to make decorating decisions in a room where we plan to replace big, key pieces of furniture. Like our living room – our plan, within the next month or two, is to get a new entertainment center. And that will really change the feel of the room AND mean relocating the things that I hang around that space. So my “default” would be to hold off on hanging things in that room until that happens. And then I think “Well, what I even want to put in there could change. Right?” I typically look at everything I have, and put things in a room that fits it. But changing up the room could mean that different pieces would work better in there.
Well this is exactly why I hadn’t even started on this stuff thus far. BUT the fact of the matter is that I need to get over it and just patch walls when necessary. Luckily one of my favorite tricks is to not put nails into the wall unless I really have to. So here’s what I normally use for wall art that isn’t too heavy:
BOOM! I promise you – it makes ALL the difference. AND it makes life sooo much easier for the following reasons:
- No more measuring for nail holes to be in just the right location to match up with the hanging hardware. You just pick a spot, put the velcro pieces on the back of the art piece, and push against hard the wall for about 30 seconds. Wah-lah!
- No more swinging art pieces and slamming doors or bumping into walls and knocking pieces off of the wall. Using the velcro pieces on the top and bottom of the piece provides a layer of security that a couple nails just can’t offer.
- No more spackling, sanding, repainting just to move or switch out wall decor. You just pull the piece off, remove the velcro piece from the wall, and reapply just the wall-pieces in order to re-hang in the decor a new location.
It’s worked so well in the past, so I’m glad to know that there won’t be any issues. I can solve our problem of not quite feeling at home without committing to permanent decor placement in a room that is going to be changing in a pretty short period of time. It’s exactly what we need here.
So… assuming that I can get off my bum and just get stuff done, we’ll be in great shape to start cozying up to our homey home (not to be confused with a homie home… ’cause we aren’t quite that cool).
What kinds of tips/tricks do you guys rely on when moving into a space? How long do you typically take to “move in” to your space? Am I the only one that still has unpacked boxes in the house?
This week, Hope is Trying to make a house a home. What are you up to?
I dream about you.
I dream about the day that we’ll finally meet you. I dream about your birth mother and the struggle that she’ll face when she first discovers that she’s pregnant. How she’ll consider several options and possibly change her mind quite a few times before she follows through on placing you with an adoptive family.
I’m sure that she’ll wonder if she’s doing the right thing… wonder if she will regret it… wonder if she’ll be able to follow through.
I imagine her emotional struggle as she gives birth. How the entire time she’s laboring and then pushing… she’ll be thinking about you and the decision she’s making. She may even, in that moment, think she should keep you with her and not place you with us. I can’t truly fathom those thoughts.
Having wanted you for so long, I can’t imagine being not he other side of the process. But I try. I just want to be sure that I don’t forget her through our journey to you. To becoming the family God has destined us to be. Because without her, we won’t have you. And for that, I am forever in her debt.
She will make the choice to put you above herself. She will acknowledge that, for whatever reason, she can’t give you the life that you deserve… and in her love, and in God’s grace, she will choose us to do just that.
I think about you and how it’s possible that even as I write this, you may not have even been conceived yet. Ad my mind wanders through various scenarios that could even bring that to fruition.
Sweet child, your conception may not be planned and the first moments of your tiny life, in the very moment when you become your very own string of DNA, just then you will become my daughter. I won’t know you yet, and I won’t know of your existence for quite a while longer, but it will be in that moment that the life that is planned for you will begin.
In the first realization of your existence, your birth mother may feel less than excited, but just wait… just hold on to the hope that you will be loved. You will be cherished. You will be covered in kisses and snuggled day after day. You may not feel it in those moments… in the moments when your birth mother feels doubt, or anger, or hurt, or hopelessness… but you are, sweet one!
As every finger and every eyelash and every flake of skin develops, you are wrapped in love. You are created in love by a God who has so much in store for you. And you are prayed for… longed for by parents who can’t wait to meet you.
To hold you.
To kiss your sweet face.
To smell your newborn smell.
And to watch the wonder in your eyes as you grow and experience this world and all that it offers.
Sweet love, you are cherished. You are perfect. You are an answer to prayer.
And all before you even came to be.
Always remember this, as it is sewn into the very fiber of your being: You ARE wanted.
♬ I’ve missed you, but I haven’t met you.
Oh but I want to… How I do. ♪♩
I love you so.