*This is the 2nd part of a riveting 3 part series on the mistakes I make in home decorating. To read the exciting first part click HERE.
I am so glad you came back to read how this story ends (or really, it is just beginning. I have 3 bedrooms and 1 bathroom left unpainted in my house).
So, where were we? Oh yes, I had just finished painting my half bathroom and had sworn off painting for life. I had decided I would just spend the money on professional painters and save my time and sanity.
That lasted, oh about 2 weeks and 1 stitch fix later and I realized that I didn’t really want to spend my hard earned $$ on something I (technically) could (probably should) do on my own. Nat and I had come from a couple of busy weeks/I went out of town again and realized there were very few weeks left in our summer. WOMP WOMP (Pity party scheduled for next Friday, August 1- bring your friends and copious amounts of margaritas).
Anyway, after I came to that horrific realization I decided to paint my bathroom. I had picked out a lovely shade of light, almost white blue because I had this image of a really serene, spa like bathroom going on (via pinterest) and I was going to accomplish it.
This was my initial inspiration. I liked the light colors going on; it made this bathroom seems peaceful to me.
And so that led me to this Monday morning, the day I was going to put the past behind me and become a house painter who didn’t cry. Or so I thought…
I was determined as I sat there and watched the Today show. I was going to paint that bathroom and it was going to be a completely positive experience and I was not going to cry and by the time Nat got home from football the bathroom was going to be almost completely done and I would be fresh faced and gorgeous.
I got up with fierce determination and I did something I should normally do (but never think about it until I get there) when I go to Home Depot. I MADE A LIST.
I wrote down everything I needed that day…including the paint color. I dug through all my samples from my time as a homeowner and wrote down the sample dated 7/1/2014.
I got to Home Depot feeling confident and positive. I told the lady exactly what I needed- 1 gallon of satin paint, please. Boo yah I thought. This is going to be easy. I even found this:
I thought to myself, “WOW, Sarah, this might actually be fun it is going to be so easy.”
I didn’t want to cry while I stood around looking at paint brushes. I even found liners for the paint pan so that when I was done painting I didn’t have to spend forever trying to clean out and preserve my paint pan. What a day I was having!
And then I walked up to the counter where my gallon of paint was waiting for me to take it home to my 2nd adventure in painting and I realized it was yellow.
Remember how I said I wrote down the sample date 7/1/2014. Well, guess what? There were two samples dated 7/1/2014. One was my light, almost white blue and the other was yellow, as in the yellow from my half bath downstairs.
I tried to fix my face as I recognized what I had done and I picked up my gallon from the counter. I dragged myself to the check out (thank you Lord for self check out) where I paid for my paint with shame.
*I recognize I could have told them it was the wrong color, but this girl has a little too much pride. (But do I? It is questionable considering I am sharing this story)
I walked myself to my car where I immediately broke down into tears (all the while thinking, I wasn’t going to cry today). I texted Nat a very melodramatic recap of my morning where I apologized for wasting $35 on paint. I intended on getting a new can of paint, but it sure as heck wasn’t going to be that day. This girl has too much pride to walk back to the paint counter 20 minutes after leaving. I texted my mom because she knew that I was planning on painting that day. After a few minutes of crying and pouting in the car, I drove away from Home Depot- defeated and turned off from the idea of painting.
As I turned out of the parking lot I started thinking of the gallon of paint currently sitting in my back seat. I thought about selling it online (is that even a thing?), I thought about leaving it at Home Depot, and then finally after my tears of shame dried up, I thought about actually using the paint and having two yellow bathrooms.
No, my bathroom would not be exactly what I imagined it to be, but it is a very pretty shade of yellow, and yellow is my favorite color.
So, I texted Nat (who still hadn’t answered; probably for the best) and said “We will have two yellow bathrooms.”
I drove my sassy little butt home and got ready to paint my bathroom yellow.
*Part 3 of this hilarious, yet heartwarming narrative will be available any day now. I am not ready to reveal the finished product of my yellow bathroom until all pieces are in place.