This weekend Kurt and I had our first pre-marital fight. Okay relax...no engagement or anything yet people! But we had a "life fight." Over paint. Yes....PAINT. Don't worry...nothing TOO serious!
So a couple weeks ago, I went and got a couple paint swatches because I was itching to paint our apartment's living room a pretty tan color. This past Friday we were sitting in our living room and I was just like "let's paint the walls tomorrow." So Saturday morning we got up and chose a color out of one of the paint swatches. It was called Natural.
We go and open the can, and I said out loud that wow this looks only slightly darker than what's already on the wall. Then Kurt dumped the entire can of paint on my head and then dumped me.
Kiiiddding!
"Erica. It will be darker when it dries."
So there we go. We paint two walls, and let them dry. Still looked just like the hideous white/grey that was already there.
Left was the new paint, right was the old.
SEE? Slightly similar. I felt defeated. We had just spent 2 hours painting 2 walls and I was not happy. And Kurt knew this because I kept walking in and out of the room, hoping the paint color would change. Finally, I told him I hated the paint color and wanted a tan color. He stormed off and I stormed off and then he told me to go find a new color. Then he locked himself in the bathroom. What a child!
So I went to Home Depot and came back with a new prettier tan color. And we re-painted for the next hour in silence. I was getting splattered with paint because I was rolling that roller so hard with frustration!
Alas, we finished. Don't worry. I'll show y'all soon! Kurt finally admitted he liked the tan better than what we had. CHA-CHING. I just hope this isn't foreshadowing for if we ever buy a house together. Oy.
We swore to next time just call my dad, whose an interior decorator, to do the hard stuff! I trust his work! Wouldn't you?!
Yep...Dad, our next room will be alllll you! :-)