Natural Charm. That's the name of the third colour. Through a stunning display of photography, I've managed to make it look like a nice colour while I was painting the trim.
While (attempting) to avoid drips on the lower panelling, I had a flash of brilliance. I recycled a thin cardboard box as a buffer between where I wanted the paint to go, and where I didn't. It worked about 80% of the time, until I got tired of only being able to paint 25 centimetres at a time.
So here it is!
Goat cheese, Natural charm, and
Worn boots.
As I was touching up some small areas, Mom came in with a funny sort of smile on her face. She asked me if I liked it. After a day of inhaling fumes, I was not at my most tactful. I snorted, and said
no. I explained the the room was very
very bland. One of the colours that we were trying to avoid was 'army surplus olive green' (now don't you think that I should name colours? I do!) and the
Worn Boots was fading to just that. Her face fell, and at that moment I knew that she was looking for someone else to agree that colour was not an improvement in the room. Back to the store we go . . .
Maybe
my choices will be better than theirs.
Beryl Green and
Forest Shade. Isn't that nice? They sound like actual colours; whereas
Natural Charm and
Worn Boots are euphemisms for nudity and dilapidated footwear.
While (attempting) to avoid drips on the lower panelling, I had a flash of brilliance. I recycled a thin cardboard box as a buffer between where I wanted the paint to go, and where I didn't. It worked about 80% of the time, until I got tired of only being able to paint 25 centimetres at a time.
So here it is! Goat cheese, Natural charm, and Worn boots.
As I was touching up some small areas, Mom came in with a funny sort of smile on her face. She asked me if I liked it. After a day of inhaling fumes, I was not at my most tactful. I snorted, and said no. I explained the the room was very very bland. One of the colours that we were trying to avoid was 'army surplus olive green' (now don't you think that I should name colours? I do!) and the Worn Boots was fading to just that. Her face fell, and at that moment I knew that she was looking for someone else to agree that colour was not an improvement in the room. Back to the store we go . . .
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