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When I was young I went through a traumatic painting experience of which I'm still having nightmares. I've picked up the roller once or twice between now and then but the idea of painting even the smallest of surfaces has always been one of pain an suffering, it is truly the second step that was terrifying me the most when it came to buying a condo which is stupid when you think about all the hoops you have to jump through.
I'm glad to say that yesterday felt different. Even if the step sister went balistic-o-apeshit on us about the colors we picked over her own recommendations, the whole process has been one that had to do with my own personal satisfaction. It really is one of those things that no one else could care about but when you're painting for your own walls, not those of some landlord that might ask you to cover up whatever you've done before you leave, things get more... awesome.
I know very well how she must have felt. I hate it when someone comes up to me about photography opinions and then go in some ass minded direction (why did you ask a pro in the first place?). She happens to be a very good interior decorator and has won a decent share of prizes, including a spot in the Maison Ethier catalog. Still, about everything she suggested was not to our personal taste and everything we looked at over any web site with a virtual decor program would always show us something much more promising. So fuck it. I don't have to explain the logic behind my personal choices, I just don't like powdered blues and chocolate browns.
Speaking of which, who the fuck came up with those paint color names? Holy crap, it's to wonder if there's actually someone over there that is not totally into rainbows and unicorns. My two base colors for the living room are "Aventurine" and "Mousse blanche". Those where the two manliest color names I could find after "Cosse de poid" and "Scrotum de grenouille". Ok, so I made the last one up but I would not be surprised to see something like it in the catalog.
"Hey Belinda, how about that shade of green we saw not too long ago? Ask the boy at the counter if he can remember the color that rhymed with scrotums, some legume thing related...". Yes, I know what a cosse is, it still sounds fagotty. Anyway, thank the heavens for those code numbers eh?
So one deal that was too good to be true slipped and to be honest I'm not too unhappy. Though it would have been a very nice occasion to see the gang again, not going to the Mountain bike world cub will free me up for more important things. Some sponsor fucked this up, etc.
I'm glad to say that yesterday felt different. Even if the step sister went balistic-o-apeshit on us about the colors we picked over her own recommendations, the whole process has been one that had to do with my own personal satisfaction. It really is one of those things that no one else could care about but when you're painting for your own walls, not those of some landlord that might ask you to cover up whatever you've done before you leave, things get more... awesome.
I know very well how she must have felt. I hate it when someone comes up to me about photography opinions and then go in some ass minded direction (why did you ask a pro in the first place?). She happens to be a very good interior decorator and has won a decent share of prizes, including a spot in the Maison Ethier catalog. Still, about everything she suggested was not to our personal taste and everything we looked at over any web site with a virtual decor program would always show us something much more promising. So fuck it. I don't have to explain the logic behind my personal choices, I just don't like powdered blues and chocolate browns.
Speaking of which, who the fuck came up with those paint color names? Holy crap, it's to wonder if there's actually someone over there that is not totally into rainbows and unicorns. My two base colors for the living room are "Aventurine" and "Mousse blanche". Those where the two manliest color names I could find after "Cosse de poid" and "Scrotum de grenouille". Ok, so I made the last one up but I would not be surprised to see something like it in the catalog.
"Hey Belinda, how about that shade of green we saw not too long ago? Ask the boy at the counter if he can remember the color that rhymed with scrotums, some legume thing related...". Yes, I know what a cosse is, it still sounds fagotty. Anyway, thank the heavens for those code numbers eh?
So one deal that was too good to be true slipped and to be honest I'm not too unhappy. Though it would have been a very nice occasion to see the gang again, not going to the Mountain bike world cub will free me up for more important things. Some sponsor fucked this up, etc.