Yesterday, I put a small dent in five gallons of exterior house paint. I’d gone to my old reliable guys, and chose Mocha—from a short list of Standard colors. But I’m a bit nervous: even after several hours, as I put my paintbrush in the fridge for the night, that long south wall was still looking just a tad bit purple. (I’ve seen two purple houses. Everybody had the same question: “Why?”) As I type this, I’m chomping at the bit to check it when the sun comes up.
To top it off, the horizontal HardiePlank isn’t conducive to rolling, so I wasn’t happy with the brush finish. It might need second coat, and it’s nearly October. Good morning, Boys and Girls. Can you say, “Oh, Snap!!”?
But it gets worse: Last night I could hear loud barking. It was coming from my hammer toes, rear-ended back, tennis elbow, and rotator cuff. But that was nothing that couldn’t be solved with a shot of ibuprofen with a Diet Coke chaser.
Oh—and the wall I painted was Mom’s house. She got home from Hawaii late last night, so I’m sure to get her two cents’ worth. (Ooh: right now I’m really glad I weeded her garden while she was away. Score!)
‘Worst case scenario, we can tweak the tint and rent a sprayer. And all things considered, these are First World Problems. One of the best gifts Christians have is a little thing called perspective. Paint color is not something to stress over.
Now that I think about it, I’d had a hard time picking the shade. I didn’t care for people putting me in a box called Current Trend. I only settled on Mocha because the paint sale is ending. Maybe taupe is just the ticket. …..…Nah…