March 28. 2015
Two cans of paint. Gone.
When I painted my new apartment almost five years ago, I saved the paint. I can’t tell now why I thought that was a good idea. I had already taken about a cup of each color and stashed it in small glass jars in case I needed a splotch to do a touch-up someplace. Why did I think I also needed nearly a gallon?
So, two colors left this afternoon while I was back and forth going downstairs to do my laundry. I love the paint I selected – even after living with them for so long. I think maybe I might like to repaint just for the fun of picking out new colors – it is only paint, after all – but I like these colors still so much I can’t convince myself to change. Most times, change is good, but not here.
I am thinking of renovating the bathrooms – they are the original fixtures from 1941 when the building went up. It’s just about time for a change here. I’m thinking of squares and rectangles to stay with the Art Deco vibe, but I can promise you they won’t have anything to do with the maroon and salmon pink colors Ive got now. No siree, Bob!
I also tossed some more sheets into the bin in the laundry room, while I was there. I love the idea that my clean things could help someone.
Tomorrow’s the last day of this challenge. Just imagine that.
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