We are finally trying to complete our basement clean-up from the water damage we had a few months ago (a drain was overflowing b/c a 2nd sump pump we have that we didn't know about had a dead motor). Walls, flooring, and trim were ripped out and replaced. And now they're in raw-material form. Rob painted the laundry room trim and old brown cabinets white today, and will paint the old neon green walls a pretty new shade of robin's egg light blue. SO excited. Seriously. This room is spacious, functional and great but uuuuuugly. Not anymore.
Then it's on to the trim in the rest of the basement, the doors on the new closet we had built, and all of the walls. After trying to find the perfect shade of neutral for the walls that would be different from what was down there before, I landed on a shade of beige that is literally 2 shades darker than the old color. So boring. But safe. It's projects like this that make me wish I had more guts when it comes to decorating. I am so vanilla. But I guess I'm afraid of taking another chance, like I did when we first moved in (look up Benjamin Moore's 'Sidewalk Grey' - ugh!! what was I thinking?), and hating the room so much that I avoid being in it altogether. Or choosing that room to be the nursery so that I could repaint it 'for a reason'. True story. Boring, but true.
See, now you wish you hadn't even checked the blog to see what we are up to. Self-actualization through interior decorating. That's it for now.