Most of our neighborhood probably thought we were Peeping Toms as we cruised slowly by, peering at their homes, over the course of months. We simply could not decide on a paint color for our house, and we needed to check out every house we found attractive and analyze what we liked about it.
This was no easy feat. David liked houses with dark trim; I did not. Quinland was angling for some shade of blue; I’d always sworn I wouldn’t live in a blue house. (There really weren’t any blue houses where I grew up.) I wanted green, but I didn’t know what shade of green I liked.
Our painter was a saint through this indecision. He would send me addresses of houses to go see that he thought I might like. (I never did like them.) He encouraged me to get paint samples and try them on the house. (I never did get them.) Finally, when he saw a dry week on the horizon, he let me know that he’d be sending his crew over to get started on prep, so could I please let him know what I’d decided so he could order the paint?
At this point, my lovely daughter stepped in. She knew we all liked the color of a house on our cul-de-sac, so on our way home from an unsuccessful scouting mission, she pointed to it and said, “Why don’t we just paint it that color?” I parked the car, knocked on the door, and was greeted by my lovely neighbor, Michelle, who not only knew what color her house was, but had saved an extra paint chip or two in a neatly-labeled file.
Pinedale. Our house is now painted a lovely shade called Pinedale, with white trim and a black door. We love it. We can’t believe we lived in a bland beige house for eight years. Best of all, because of the curve of our street and the large trees outside, you can’t even tell that there is another Pinedale house just four houses down.
How about you? Have you painted anything lately? Is there a house color you just can’t see, or one you absolutely love? Do you have a family member who is a bit better at decision making than you? (Love you, Q!)