I love the color green and had painted the boys bathroom a celery green about 7 years ago. The paint held up well, but I was getting tired of the color and it started to look dull. After years of cleaning the walls from little marks here and there, it was time to make a change.
I went into Sherwin Williams and took a whole bunch of their paint samples. I brought them home and placed them side-by-side. I then chose what I thought was the perfect shade of blue for my kids’ little bathroom. I chose an appropriately named color, it’s called Watery.
I also purchased some rollers, a tray and a paintbrush for edging. I was excited to start!
As soon as I got home, I realized that I purchased the rollers thinking that we already had the roller frame (or poll) in our garage. I couldn’t find it.
I was so anxious to start, that I decided to paint the bathroom with a paintbrush. It seemed like an excellent idea at the time. I would take advantage of my toddler’s nap time, and I would paint a room. With only a small paintbrush. Genius. Interrupted.
I start painting the first wall and my arm starts to hurt. I start losing steam ON THE FIRST WALL. This isn’t good. The small bathroom starts looking like Versailles from my vantage point.
I start convincing myself that the WHOLE bathroom didn’t actually need painting. I convince myself that only one wall should be painted. I convince myself that the contrast between the blue and green is actually better than re-painting the whole bathroom. I convince myself that broccoli actually tastes better than cake.
But deep inside, I know the truth. Cake tastes better than broccoli . I must finish the project that I began.
So I kept going and positioned and re-positioned our ladder “cirque du soleil style” until I finished. My paintbrush and I were done. We did good. We were rock stars.
I love the new color and I want to share some pictures with you. What do you think?
I did end up leaving a small nook at the very top, in the old green shade. I added some blue pots to bring in some blue from the walls. Not sure if I love the green nook yet. Maybe I should go ahead and paint that too. I have to wait and see. Its a small area that I could paint it really fast, even with a paintbrush.
I hung up the towels and the shelves. (The photograph does not accurately show the color. There is no natural light in this bathroom, making good photos a challenge.)
I purchased the towels from Frontgate and I love the quality. They are holding up well and were a perfect match to the new color.
The shelf and a more accurate picture of the color.
Since my husband was out-of-town, he had no idea that I was doing this.
As soon as he got home, I proudly told him that I had painted the kids’ bathroom…using only a paintbrush. No roller.
But I knew this smile. I have given this smile before (Usually to my toddler, when he rushes in to tell me that he has “decorated” my bedroom. I smile and excitedly say “YOU DID?!” and inside, I immediately start crying).
There is no joy in that smile. Only fear. My husband was afraid.
You see, according to him, he loves my decorating, but my DIY projects…
He says they either culminate in total success or…fear. I think I have a pretty good batting ratio. His opinion has no basis. None that I would admit to.
Regardless, I was hopeful that he would love it as much as I did. It would make the fact that I didn’t feel my right arm, almost worthwhile.
And…He loved it! The smile was no longer forced. He really liked it and so did the boys.
Even this boy.
By the way, that smile gets me every time. Even when he uses toilet paper as streamers in my room.
Of course, I found the paint roller pole the next day. God has a sense of humor. I am sure of it.