Painting

For the last 10 days or so I've been painting the spare bedroom. This was a job that I naively thought would take only 4 nights to complete (one night for the ceiling, one night for the walls, one night for the trim and then one night for touch-ups). Note that of those 10 nights, I only actually did stuff about 7 nights. As of last night (Sunday) it's finished! It doesn't quite look the way I thought it would, but it's not bad. I finished painting Sunday afternoon, then cleaned the carpets and moved everything back that evening.

So the feel for the room is what I would call, "Santa Fe". Does that help you picture it? A deep, warm orange on the walls, a darker red on the trim, then a brighter, but still deep yellow on the ceiling. It's different than the rest of the house and I can't help but look in there multiple times a day.

It somewhat makes me want to paint more of the house. It's sort of the same feeling I have about moving; I love the idea of moving to a new place, but don't like the physical act of moving.
I do like for there to be some color in the house, but I have a hard time thinking abstractly enough to feel comfortable picking colors. You have no idea how long it took me to be ok with the color choices! Ben helped me in that area, but we basically picked one color we liked, then the program we were usuing allowed you to pick analogous, monochromatic, or complementary colors to go with it if you weren't daring enough to pick your own. I went with the analogous option.

Speaking of the abstract thinking thing; it effects me most often when I'm shopping for clothes, which is maybe why I don't do that kind of shopping very often (last month I updated my work wardrobe for first time in 3 years!). The only way for me to find whole outfits to wear is to buy what they put on the manquins. I don't really like to do the trying on things all the time, so if I can see it put together without having to undress, then that's all the better. If not, I end up with one article of clothing that I like, say a pair of pants. Then I end up walking all around the store putting the pants up to a variety of different shirts, getting more and more frusterated with my inability to decide what looks right together! It's so incredibly irritating that I can feel my anxiety building just typing those last sentences. I'm gonna have to stop now.