Do you know the story of Dorian Gray? The story where the man character, Dorian, never ages, but his portrait does? At the end of the story the portrait is young again and Dorian has aged and died.
That portrait is our house. You remember our house. In its lovely colors, don’t you?
When we bought the house it was gray, gray, gray, and more gray. From the ceiling to the floors and everything in between we were living in a gray cloud.
Then a splash of color started in the living room. We went from one solid color, almost like a black and white photo, but everything in gray.
To a sunrise.
That color spread to our kitchen and hall, though not as bright, but complimentary to the initial blast. Dropping us from the rain cloud.
To a sunny field. I realize this is a little harder to tell since its such a slight change, but its huge when you are standing in the room. Much warmer.
And this past week, the cloud lifted itself away from our bedroom. Where we went from dull and depressing.
To calm, peaceful, and finally being green.
Now we aren’t quite done yet. In case you failed to notice it, the trim and ALL the doors remain horrid gray. But not for long. We’re going to start getting rid of that after the holidays and soon it will all be a nice dark leather brown.
Biggest lesson we learned? Paint before you move in. That or hire someone to paint it all.
Or in my case, tell your hubby to pretty please get it done. Or else.
Have you ever learned any lessons AFTER the fact? Can you please share so perhaps I might learn from your wise thoughts?
Oh and Happy December!