I know I've said it before, but I sure do enjoy getting back into painting on a regular basis. Anticipating what I want to do next, but absolutely must get some long overdue projects completed. We have torn out the disgusting carpet on the first floor and installed hardwood in several areas. Oh, what a wonderful change. This place is beginning to feel like ours. My studio is completely torn up though and I am in the middle of painting the living room, entry and hallway before I can get to the studio. So I'm back to painting where I shouldn't be and we are back to eating at the coffee table.
Then I had me another one of them there birthdays. I guess that's better than the alternative. I was in the midst of wallowing in a vat of sadness leading up to that day because moving here hasn't always been easy for me. Here's the story about why I was in such a terrible funk leading up to my birthday. Fair warning: if you don't want to hear my sob story just skip to the last paragraph. This is my journal and it includes all things Paula; the good, the bad and everything in between.
Okay, so remember the garage door I posted about here? Here's a closeup reminder of the before for the visual drama. Promise. That is exactly what it looked like before. No joke.
|ACCEPTABLE old paint color(s)
So, guess what? We have to repaint. Yup. Not just the garage door but we had been scraping and painting ALL the trim because it was as bad as the above photo. Unfortunate for us, we asked the only neighbors we knew on either side of us if there were color palettes to choose from for the neighborhood. We were told no, which is a true statement. However, we failed to ask enough questions to know we were required to submit our color choices for approval by the HOA. The day we got "the letter" we also went to a small gathering, excited to finally meet some new neighbors. Just about everyone we introduced ourselves to said, "So you are the people with the garage door". One lady referred to it as "unique". I told her I wasn't sure how to take that, as unique isn't always meant as a compliment, and I sensed she didn't intend for it to be taken as such. She didn't change her attitude and restated that it was indeed unique. Turns out they live two doors away and her husband is on the board, as were many of the others at that small gathering. Scratching my head after that little event I googled the title on the header of the letter and found the rules on their website. That prompted us to dig deeper and finally found the rules buried within 164 pages we received upon closing on this place. We went through the required hoops but as I suspected, the decision had already been made.
Apparently, the old color was much less offensive, or at least that's what I heard in my deeply rejected state of mind. I took this very hard. My life revolves around color. I thank God constantly for color and I'm not exaggerating either! I hold high mass over my color choices because I believe our personal colors reflect who we are. So to reject my color choice is the same as rejecting me. I immediately found myself wandering around in the Land of Looney. All those years of being an interior designer, all the awards, the national publications featuring my designs, sitting on the board of directors for the American Society of Interior Designers (ASID) in Indiana; all flushed down the toilet. Not really, but that's what happens when I go to that forbidden place. I thought the old paint was hideous, but my color choice was worse! Sob. In reality I do get the point, just wish there had been a more neighborly way to go about it. Thank goodness Tim never visits the Land of Looney with me and was just happy they weren't making us remove the new garage door, which they could have done. In the meantime I AM working on the Love Thy Neighbor thing. I'm dragging my feet, but I'll get there.
|UNACCEPTABLE new paint color
Now, back to my birthday. I received several phone calls and emails from friends and grandkids back in Indiana and Tennessee from morning till night. It was just glorious to laugh and chat with the people in my life that really know me, accept me and can instantly pull me out of that nasty place.
Look at this flower cake I received from a dear friend back in Indiana...because she knows I love flowers even more than cake. I am welling up just thinking about it. She even wanted the lime slices on the top because I love lemons and limes. I had a day filled with friends, family, love, a little color and perfect timing.