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Sitting among unpacked boxes, Molly, Annie and I studied Pinterest, pinning colors we thought we'd like. We finally decided on some blues, salmons and tans. It looked good on paper. We were on a mission...get the kitchen and bathroom painted while Molly was still home to help.
Keith cautioned me, "Are you sure you want to paint so quickly? Why don't we live with this for a bit and see if you really want to go with blue."
Molly and I were confident in our choice. "No, we want to get this done."
He returned, "Don't you want to paint some samples on the wall to make sure you like the color?"
We stood firm. We were the color was going to be perfect. I was excited about trying something new.
So, 3 days after moving, we were painting. We still had boxes to unpack, but we thought it was more important to paint.
As the walls were covered, I felt a twinge of uneasiness in the pit of my stomach. Hmmm...it looked a little more like a baby boy blue instead of the blue gray I thought it would be. I didn't dare say anything to Keith.
I lived with the blue for a month or so, before I broached the subject that maybe I really am a green kind of girl. Blue is not for me.
Keith didn't say a word.
A month later, I told him that I thought maybe we should repaint the kitchen.
He just looked at me.
Two weeks ago, I got some samples of green that I thought I'd like.
He shook his head, knowing that my mind was made up.
This time, I didn't start blindly slapping paint on the wall. I painted sections so that I could make an intelligent decision.
Flora...a little better
Tomorrow, my kitchen will be green and I will be a much happier girl.