self expressed walls
The thing is, not a lot of people really want to wake up everyday to orange walls. I can accept that. I can even accept that I may not want to wake up everyday to orange walls either. So, that is why I am painting the "accent wall" in my bedroom and going from there.
It is not because lame is my middle name. Even if my middle name begins with L.
Anyway, I am just a little worried too. Maybe it's all the squinty faces of the anti-orange half of the concensus that has me worried. Maybe I was always worried to begin with and they just stoked the fear.
You know, for real, I couldn't just fake orange. I couldn't just have like the hint of orange or the innuendo of orange...no, I had to go for the real deal.
Pumpkin Jack o' Lantern orange. "Fiesta Orange" A big bright bold orange.
Yeah, that's me.
The kind of orange that is so orange when I showed it to my landlords, they went through the stages of grief as they spoke to me. First there was shock, quickly followed by denial, then acceptance and finally a little nurturing. It was they who suggested painting just the "accent wall," they who suggested I sleep with that for about a week, and they who were the biggest leaders in the What are you Crazy, ORANGE? Brigade.
I have the best luck with landlords. Must be something my mother did.
Almost a month later, I have decided it is time. Eric is gone for the holiday to Massachusetts and I will be dog-sitting this weekend, so it seems a good time to tear the room apart, clean and sort it out, and paint one of these hideously plain walls orange.
You know, to be honest, it's the first stroke of the color and the final result that I imagine will freak me out most. Other than that, I think it will be just fine. In my head, maybe in my left brain, the side that la dee das and isn't ever crazy, it all makes some kind of perfect sense. I have this lovely set of curtain panels, a grand scheme begotten from this pattern, and it may not exactly work out, but the discouragement is pushed off, the plans are in motion, and by the end of this weekend, I will have an orange wall.
Seriously; pumpkin orange.
posted by stine @ 8:21 AM
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4 Comments:
I say paint the whole thing orange. screw the accent wall thing. if you really end up not liking it you can paint it another color, bright blue or something. just go for it! choose orange!
on another note, i really hate it when my car gets stolen. it did this morning. life's a bitch choose. okay. i choose.
call me if you get lonely this weekend without your boy. i had hoped to make it to chicago this weekend. but without a car, eight ball says outlook not so good.... hopefully it'll turn up soon.
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Actually, orange is not my favourite colour. In fact when we see someone with orange hair, and living in Scotland we see a lot of those, my partner and I refer to them as clowns.
This is because a friend of mine told me this story about her younger brother.
One day he answered the door and ran into the kitchen. "Mammy, mammy" he cried. "There's a clown at the door!"
When the family went to the front door to check this out they found a vacuum cleaner salesman with long ginger hair...
So then, with a lot of helpful help from my roommates (one gave me a handful of useful gadgety supplies; the other sat on a chair and watched me paint, telling me when there was too much paint and so forth) I managed to paint a wall in my room orange. At first, I thought the color was a little too yellowy looking, but oh my, as it dried, it was just as I had envisioned it...it was perfect.
All I keep thinking is that I can't wait to wake up to it. (I have been dogsitting for the long Holiday weekend. and working.)
Also, I really hope Eric likes it.
I am just glad that I went through with it, because right up until I actually got the paint on the wall, I was just waiting for some diaster to strike and avert my painting, for one reason or another. I think it was odd to be planning the whole thing by myself. I think that's why when the roommates sort of took charge of my painting project (in their way) that I was actually relieved to have their company and their opinions and somehow assured that at least it wouldn't all be my fault in the end.
anyway. Orange wall and all, I best be off for slumber.
hey darlin',
we should all be lucky enuff to have a lil color in our lives............paint on darlin'
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