I touch up walls.
After all, it has been a very busy three years.
We went from barely walking...
...and thus, my walls have paid the price. Perhaps you can see the pencil scratches on the wall next to him? He was practicing his 'good grip' when we weren't looking. Likewise, countless play dates with other toddlers, ramming cars into walls, driving trucks, and throwing balls at each other has resulted in chips, dings, scratches and marks. All signs of a home well-loved.
But...three years ago when we first had the house repainted, I selected brown for just about every room in the house. I like brown. It's neutral, southwest-y, and better than white. In my infinite wisdom, however, I selected a different shade of brown for every room. Perhaps I thought I was clever? I remember at the time thinking each paint had it's own unique undertones, and therefore, I tried to match each with the appropriate area. God forbid I pair the purple-y undertone brown in our bedroom...that clearly needs to go in the guest bath. Did I think I was some kind of color sommelier?
The painters must have hated me.
And now, they are clearly having the last laugh. Because I can't remember which color goes in which room. I have no guide, other than a spotty memory and lots and lots of half-empty cans.
So please know my weekend will be spent running through the house, trying to figure out if the living room is Splodgy, Knapweed, or Equator. Did we do Scotty's bathroom Tranquil, Roadside or Gotham? Does Swiss Coffee have the red undertones, or was that bittersweet?
Why...why did I do this to myself...??
And here's more vintage fat Scotty, since he was so cute. I mean, he still is, but wow, has our little butterball leaned out!