The Fabulosity Process Begins!

BEFORE:

AFTER:

(All right, I need to clean my camera lens. Sorry.)

Fortunately for you, dear reader, during the interim of when I finished painting my living room through when I photographed it last night, my desire to spew forth on the various vagaries & horrible circumstances of painting has largely exhausted itself. Suffice to say, it was hell. The one rather perfect anecdote I will proffer is that after a solid 5 days of standing on a ladder, bruising my shins & feeling my weak ankle getting weaker, it happened that last Wednesday not two minutes after I officially finished painting, said ankle snapped & I found myself on the floor, my face contorted in an unnatural grimace of pain. Actually, it still hurts. Never again will I be so foolish as to disregard numerous offers of help in painting, as I imagine that actually having other people would greatly increase both the speed & fun of the process.

BUT. The ceiling is now a nice warm yellow shade of white from Benjamin Moore called "Linen White" which improves greatly upon the previous stark Wal-Mart white, not that the difference is apparent to anybody save yours truly. The ceiling's peeling cracks & water damage were largely eradicated by mesh fiberglass tape, joint compound & oil-based stain blocker. As for the walls? I love, love, LOVE the color, though I'm unsure as to whether the nighttime photos truly represent it at its best. I need floor lamps in half the space (the Ventana Lamp is the one for which I currently lust). The shade is "Olive Tree" by Ralph Lauren. (Naturally, I've fallen in love with the most expensive line of paints short of YOLO Colorhouse.) It's fantastic & PERFECT. A green enjoying such a yellow undertone that it's a very warm color. Saturated sans garishness. Technicolor without tackiness. Plus, it meets the goal of indulging my purple/green fetish by its effortless harmony with my purple velvet chair. The one bummer is that to me the color looks so natural in the space that I almost feel like I didn't do anything. John at Powell Paint Center was absolutely correct when he said it was "bitchin'". It's too bad that the retarded monkeys who painted the room that nasty pale piss yellow had never heard of a little thing I like to call painter's tape, because now I have to figure out what to do about all the woodwork that's splashed with yellow.

In conclusion! Lots o' work left. Touching up the paint. Acquiring artwork for the walls (when I went out on Saturday to find some, I ended up buying a buffet (shown in the second "after" picture) instead. Which is fine, because I really needed that too). Rearranging the furniture. Getting more furniture & a nice rug. Figuring out whether I want to go to all the trouble of staining the futon a darker color, or if I should just sell the sucker & get a new one. Plus then there's the rest of the place. But nevertheless. I've completed an important first step in the fabulo-zation of my apartment. And I'm extraordinarily pleased with it.