We did it.
We painted the exterior of the house.
When we bought the house , I remember telling Wes 'We REALLY need to paint the exterior--that color is just awful". Fast forward 9 years and we're just now getting to it.
We spent months picking out the perfect yellow paint.
MONTHS.
I should have known better than to pick a sunshine-y color on a gloomy Oregon day. I should have been more aware of my mood at the time. Think about it--if we had recently returned from our Bahamian trip, I would have been inspired by the sea, the sand and the tropical colors of the islands. The house would have been neon purple with pink trim, as on the island.
As it was, I think I must have needed some serious sunshine in my life.
I guess that's why I picked the yellow.
It was cheerful and fun on a cloudy, dismal day.
So, for the past few days we've been pressure washing, caulking, taping and papering the house getting ready for the actual paint to be applied.
Then, we did a coat of white primer. All day long today I was practically vibrating with excitement. Wes was going to be spraying the perfect yellow onto our house.
The PERFECT yellow.
I couldn't wait.
I was sure the entire neighborhood would stop by and exclaim how beautiful this color was. People would drive by slowly just to see how gorgeous our house turned out. Maybe they'd stop, knock on our door and ask what color we'd chosen because it was so nice. Yeah, the paint was that perfect.
I had a meeting at work this afternoon, and as I pulled back into our driveway, I saw the color we'd so painstakingly chosen. Looming before me was the most hideous yellow house I'd ever seen. It was garish. Ugly.
Very, very unclassy in a very, very classy neighborhood.
OOOOHHHH NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!
After nearly bursting into tears and begging my stalwart husband to re-do the color into something a bit more neutral, it seems Wes likes it. Actually, I'm not sure he likes it as opposed to not wanting to un-do all the hard work he's already put into it.
He's also not willing to spend another $800 and 3 days changing the color to suit me.
He got that stubborn look on his face and I knew right away I'd been beat in a battle of wills.
He won. Wow, did he win.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
And so I have to live with my yellow house. The horrible, no good, very bad yellow color.
The paint color I once loved is now the the paint color I loathe.
I hope the neighbors have good sunglasses.
Maybe they won't notice how awful the color is.
Maybe the yellow will fade with time.
Maybe I just won't care after I get used to it.
That's a lot of maybe.