Now we come to a post that pertains to the blog name.
One and a half years ago, Garrett and I bought a house that was beautiful, with tall ceilings and windows everywhere. The house’s only drawback was an odd paint job throughout. Cheesy yellow and bright robinsegg blue in the bedrooms, dark teal and burnt orange in the master bedroom, bloodred basement rooms like a horror movie and a nauseating tan-colored statement wall. We disliked the color in every room, with the exception of the master bath–a sage color. Soon after making an offer on the house, I met a painter and got an estimate. It was more than we wanted to pay, especially as we were making a down payment and looking at other repairs and updates.
At the time, Micaleigh had just begun painting her and Aaron’s cottage in Searcy. She was sending me snapchats of the progress, and I was in disbelief that she was doing it herself and it looked professional. She used terms like “cutting in” that I had never heard before, and I first had to realize that it was a real industry term and learn what it meant, and then demanded to know how she had learned it. She shrugged it off, which only astonished me more. It’s funny how realizing I hadn’t known something flabbergasted me.
Encouraged, I started painting. I found it enjoyable and relaxing, although when I couldn’t work as often as I wanted, I felt stressed about not making progress. Garrett and I had painted four rooms different shades of grey before we realized we actually preferred white walls–I was thinking of Scandinavian design while Garrett was thinking of modernism, both of which emphasize space, light and minimalism. As we are still painting over a year later and sometimes feel tempted to wish we had just hired a painter, I recall that we had originally favored a grey scheme and only later realized we disliked it and preferred white! So it is actually fortunate we didn’t have the house painted.
There are so many shades of white paint, it’s a little strange. I took foldout pamphlets of white shades and tried to match a white paint to the ceiling. I’ve got Behr Beach House White. It’s pretty close but looks best when I repaint the ceiling, too. And, the trim looks peachy offwhite in comparison to the white walls, so I’m repainting the trim, too.
It’s a coincidence that the name of the paint is Beach House White, but it is perfect for us–Garrett thinking of his pacific beaches in American Samoa and I thinking of Atlantic Florida beaches. We have so many houseplants, too, that look vibrant and fresh against the white walls in the streaming natural light. Every time we finish painting a wall or corner white and see the difference, we reflect that we are glad we chose to undertake the endeavor.