Oh, my god, has it been three years already?!
Yes, it’s been three years since we painted the dining room (and the living room and the kitchen).
Time flies when you’re … um … not painting every wall on the main floor of your house.
In any case, when I showed off the before-and-after pictures of the dining room following that transformation, I left out the north wall, which has looked pretty much like this for three years:
A little naked. It’s an expanse deserving of something dramatic, so my Beloved and I have looked for that Something Dramatic for a while now (I still can’t believe it’s been three years of dithering–I could have had a Mona Lisa commissioned, painted and paid for in that time). For a while, we were looking for something gnarly (as in literally gnarled) or possibly a unique piece of driftwood.
This week, my Beloved painted the front door. What possessed him to do this, I don’t know, but I can attest it was not me who put it on his Honey Do list. It used to be a sort of tired pine green. Now it’s a lovely shade of Pinot Noir.
He apparently also got tired of waiting for the perfect Something Dramatic to show up unbidden at our front door so he went trolling on the internet to find something to adorn the spot above the church bench. He found Something Dramatic, and it arrived at our front door today:
I think it’s cool. If you stare at it long enough, it feels like you’re traveling through the galaxy in hyperdrive.
Hey, wine has an other worldly lure. Maybe we should have gone with Pinot Noir three years ago.