Molehill in Progress #4

This project seemed like such a good idea before we made it come to fruition. I will blame this one on Pinterest. I had pinned a couple of televisions with frames mounted around them, thinking we could do that in our bedroom. The t.v. by itself with cords hanging down the wall just wasn't doing it for me. So during Christmas break, we made the frame, hid the cords in the wall, and hung it up. 

As I lived with it, I couldn't help but admit that the gap between the frame and the t.v. was just too much. I was wrong. What I had estimated in my head as the perfect dimensions before making the frame was...wrong. Ken agreed and suggested that we paint the inside wall a different color. I was ecstatic and knew that a "mat" of color would solve the problem!

I grabbed multiple paint swatches in the blue/turquoise family, thinking that if I had to add a color to our otherwise neutral room, blue was one I could work with. In particular, I wanted robin's egg blue. The closest I came was Blue Jay Blue, and it was the color swatch we thought worked best after looking them all over, even though our eyes kept going to a really deep turquoise color (which at this point, would have been much better).

So, I give you the before:

And now, the hideous-brightest-blue-you-ever-laid-eyes-on after:

It's too much for me. I knew I hated it right away. I told Ken I will live with it for a bit and see if it grows on me but I don't have high hopes.  It doesn't fit in the room (everything is beige, cream, and dark brown) and reminds me of my bedroom wall color growing up. The color is too juvenile (it screams baby blue nursery) and gives me anxiety in a house full of no color.

Now, I am working on adding pops of color and being a bit more daring in my decorating choices but this was way past my comfort zone. It definitely isn't a non-color. Because it's just not me, or our house, I'm already planning on fixing it. I want to see if I can find a linen or grasscloth fabric and put that up for some texture instead of color (Madame Pinterest - do NOT fail me on this one). If I can't, I think I will paint over the blue with a slate or light gray color. 

We shall see if we can turn this molehill into a mansion...

My Life in Pictures

1) Crisp snow walk from storm number one.

2) Backed into the trash while Ken died laughing at me from the upstairs window. He didn't even see it. Just heard it.

3-4) Triple C (Crazy Cat Cheyenne) keeps me and Ken company while we get ready in the morning.

5) I think I finally figured out how to curl my hair without looking like Curly Sue. I've gotten Ken's seal of approval twice now. He usually takes one look and asks if I'm going out like that. BUT- I believe the real test is the silence or non-silence of my accounts. Someone has to speak up and compliment my hair or I know it was a total bust. That finally happened for me today! By someone I don't even usually talk to! The other few times I have gone out with my hair curled, no one said a word. Not one word. Silence speaks louder than words, people. And cuts like a knife...straight to my fragile heart that longs for hair just a little bit longer, hair suitable for pretty curls.