After (though not quite finished, as switch plates need to be added and art hung.)
I was so confident about this project, until the night before, when both kids and my husband expressed their reservations.
"I like it rustic," said my son. "That's what makes our house different from everyone else's."
"Once we paint it, we'll never get the wood back..." said my daughter and husband, a bit wistful.
A bit of doubt crept under my skin that night. Was this really a good idea?
As the paint was going down, I was concerned. It looked whiter than I'd imagined. I thought it would lean closer to a creamy almond color on the wall and have a more distinct yellow undertone, offering a stronger contrast between white trim and the wall. That said, I comforted myself with the knowledge that I'd prefer to go lighter rather than darker than expected.
I was thrilled with how big the room felt with the new paint and how it reflected light into the kitchen and down the stairwell. The room felt fresher and more open and cleaner. I liked how the window now blended into the wall.
Today I'll paint all the outlet and switch covers to match the wall and decide what artwork will be rehung. For the last few weeks, I've been editing my walls--removing and rearranging the framed pieces I have in every room of the house.
It's a small change that makes a big impact. Moving a piece to a different location changes the way you see it and how it interacts with the mood of the room. Retiring pieces that have followed you for years but no longer resonate is also liberating.
I know the black and white photos I have of my teens will be rehung in this room. I'm not sure about the rest. I'm going to live with the blank walls for a while and see how I feel in a week or two.