TToML 21: "It's like, REALLY pink!"

August 2011. Everyone was moving into the house.

One day Lindsay and I were sitting in the living room just chilling. School hadn't started yet, so of course we felt like we didn't need to be doing anything productive. It was then that we were talking again about the poop brown walls in the room. They were nasty. Who the heck would think it was okay to paint a room that color? Beats me.

Then all of a sudden we both sit up and look at each other and are like, "Let's paint the living room!"

So we called our landlady to figure out what we had to do...we went to Lowe's and spent forever debating about what color. We decided on a deep raspberryish reddish maroon kind of color. We took the paint color sample to our landlady to get it approved, then we went back to Lowe's and bought the paint and supplies we needed. By the time we got home, I was pooped like the color of our walls. Okay, too far, sorry.

Linds and I get everything ready.
Furniture out of the way? Check.
Tarps laid out? Check.
Painting clothes on? Check.
Paint trays and rollers ready? Check, check.
Windows open? Check.
All edges taped? Check.

Then we go to pour the paint in the trays, and holy wow...that is not the color that we thought we ordered. The test spot they did with our paint there at Lowe's had looked good...but this was not right. This paint was pink. We looked at each other and decided to try painting a bit. Maybe it dried a lot darker than that. Plus we were painting over brown.

That's when Lindsay started freaking out. "I will not have pink walls in my living room!"

I didn't think it was that bad, but I let her go and take the paint back. I'd had enough of Lowe's for the day. She came back with a darker shade and we commenced painting the room. The result made us both much happier.

But we were only able to paint 2 of the 3 walls that day because we had a piano in our living room that belonged to a girl who had moved out like 3 weeks previously, yet she hadn't cared to come get her piano from our house yet, and we didn't want to have to move the piano to paint that wall. Finally after like a week and a half or two, we got tired of having 2 deep raspberryish reddish maroon walls and one orangish brown wall (that wall wasn't even the same ugly brown color that the other two walls had been. what the heck?) and so we just moved the dang piano and painted.

And that is the riveting story about how our living room got painted.

"It's like, REALLY pink!"

Poop brown wall turning pink.

The most decent representation of the finished wall.
Ignore the pirate...she couldn't get the boot cover off.