As I type this week’s post, my house is being painted. Actually, it’s being re-painted.
We have had the same ole’ beige paint in our house for a while, and it was time for a refresh. My hubby Jay is pretty creative, so when it came to picking colors, I let him lead the charge. We both agreed we wanted to try something new and contemporary.
After looking at and testing several samples, we finally decided to be risky and try a deep, mustardy yellow. I left the painters in the house at 8am, and when I walked back in later that afternoon, it looked like a banana had exploded all over our house. Not only was it the wrong shade, it was just plain wrong.
At dinner that night, we sat at the kitchen table, staring at our yellow walls. We had just spent our hard earned money to hire painters to spread over five gallons of yellow love all over our downstairs, and I was determined to make it work. We started brainstorming ways we could change the lighting, get creative with decorations, and shift the overall layout of the house to minimize the yellow.
As if that wasn’t enough, we “Googled” yellow rooms and found that while they make great bedrooms and bathrooms, they don’t do well as main rooms of the house. Turns out the color yellow can stimulate feelings of frustration and anger. Interestingly, babies that have yellow rooms have been found to cry more than babies that don’t. Given our situation with a highly oppositional child, it gave us both a chuckle that we picked the one color that would not only fail to create a calming and peaceful environment, but that would exacerbate our already chaotic one!
There I sat, lamenting over our poor choice, not wanting to spend more money and time to fix it, when Jay reminded me of a blog post I wrote last year, Life Is Like a Google Map. It really bugs me when he uses my own stuff against me!
I realized that the cost of repainting was far less than spending the next several years frustrated by our banana of a house. It may not be your house, but if something in your life has turned into a banana, it’s not too late to turn it around.
Ironically, after literally sampling dozens of colors, we ended up with a nicer version of beige than we had and we appreciate it a lot more. Sometimes all it takes is a change in perspective to appreciate what you have.
At least now we can say we’ve lived in a banana.