On Monday I was extremely excited and I announced all over Facebook how I was done and over my adobe colored walls in the sun-room. I had found a new color and I bought the Aloe color. A cool, tranquil color that was supposed to relax me into a state of oblivion all while it would make my space airy and jovial. A color that reminded of the ocean at mid-morning in South Beach. A color that held so much promise. I thought of Hemingway and his Key West house and the color seemed to be one of my greatest ideas.
The expectations of the paint color could now be considered as the worst decision I have made thus far in our marriage. Not only does he hate the color I hate it as well. The room looks cold not cool and sterile not airy. Reminds me of the operation room I was in during my last C section.
Maybe I should have thought of make up since during the early 80's when I was learning to apply makeup I was boxed in the Autumn category. All shades of orange, bronze, eggplant, gold and yellow. I wanted to be a Winter girl so badly, all cool and collected. Autumn was assigned to me
by the pages of Cosmo and the color test it had on the pages that season. I took my colors and the season and with much resignation I accepted the hues of the Autumn harvest.
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Now I no longer stand in front of the walls and wonder the many reasons as to why the cool color did not blend in. I, that is a bit more like Hank Moody than Ernest Hemingway. I, the fiery Latina that can longer deny her wild spirit and should express it with warm colors. I no longer pretend to be a Winter or Summer girl.
I will spend the weekend with those walls in hopes like some say I might grow into it but my decisiveness and stubborn soul knows a thing or two about wait and sees...
In the meantime we blow bubbles, we clean up and spruce up. All in the name and in search of a peaceful lazy summer season even if it doesn't include the color of Aloe.
So have you ever chosen a hideous color? How did you fix it or did you just live with it?