
So I've needed to paint my house for about eight months now. Last April I fixed all the holes in the walls, but it's taken me this long to pick a paint color. Originally I had a medium brown with a burgundy feature wall, which I really like. But I thought since we have to paint anyway let's try something different.
I picked out European White, a green feature wall and a desert gray for downstairs. Last week I started painting. I put the first coat on downstairs and nearly cried. I thought it looked awful. It was way more green than I thought it was going to be. My husband, bless his heart, thought it looked great and would look even better when we got it all done.
I left the downstairs and started upstairs. I got out the European White and started painting the wall. After my first brush strokes, I put the roller down and all I could think was "What Have I Done." It was so bright and white. I was used to the darker browns. I hated it. Then my friend came over and said, "I love the green, but this white. I'm not too sure about that." I was heart broken.
My husband, once again, thought it would look good, so I continued to paint. All Thursday night and all day Friday I painted. I have to say that after a couple of coats the European White is growing on me. It just needed more layers.
I think you all know where I'm going with this. Lots of times when I write that first draft I stop and bang my head on my desk and think, "What have I done.", but I continue on. I put more layers on and fix the streaks. In the end when all of the layers are done and all the mistakes are fixed I hope to have a nice wall and a new looking house.