Curse my impulsiveness...

So. This wasn't how I was exactly planning on spending the long weekend. But.

Friday, we went out to run errands--stopped at Ikea, went to Canadian Tire. Decided to look at paint samples. We've been wanting to paint for about a year and a half, and after the flood, our landlord said he's pay for paint if we wanted do the painting.

The thing to keep in mind is that almost anything would be better than the walls we started with. They're green. Dark, hunter green. And it's textured paint that feels like sandpaper and scuffs if you look at it. Also, it's a streaky, crummy paint job. (devohoneybee pegged it exactly, it's ye old gentleman's hunting lodge, without the panelling, leather chairs, or dead things on the walls.) And the bathroom? Dark green, almost black. Yeah.

So, we got just a little can of paint. To try out the colour. And a can of primer, to see if that would do it or we'd have to sand it down.

Now, the bathroom is sky-blue, the living room is half yellow-orage (Daystar, according to the paint sample), and the rest is French cream (cream with some orange in it). Except the hall by the kitchen, which is still just primer, and the wall and a half that are still green.

We've been working on it since Friday afternoon, and now we're both exhausted and going to leave the rest until next weekend. Because next weekend, my parents are back from Mexico, and have promised to help. We really should have waited for them to get back in the first place, but... homestly didn't mean to paint this much! Really!

And even half-done, it's so, so, so much lighter in here.