paint

We spent pretty much all of the weekend painting our new apartment.

Our living-room/kitchen and entryway are now a very subtle, pale turquoise.

The bedroom has a coat of stark white on 3 out of 4 walls, and the 4th wall (the one we’re putting the bed on) is going to be an intense green. Grape green, to be specific (seriously, the paint chip is actually called that - I love accurate paint names). It’s actually a little too intense, so we may be doing some kind of subtle texturizing paint effect over top (like one of those Ralph Lauren dealies that make walls look like linen). I forgot the paint chip at the apartment, so it is not pictured.

I am incredibly stoked to be painting everything a colour I have chosen myself. I have never, ever gotten to do that, in all of my 25 years. Sad, huh? I have always had to live with a colour not of my own choosing (usually chosen previous to my inhabitancy) often due to financial or legal concerns (you’d think painting walls something other than off-white was akin to keeping a camel in your apartment with the way many landlords treat painting - have they not heard of primer?).

So to be able to make everything in the new apartment look exactly the way I want it to, and be a colour I chose myself (and is - most importantly - not icky, rental beige) is so, so exciting.

You have no idea.

It’s like Christmas.

I am having trouble sleeping I’m that excited.