When I bought this house in
1993 it had a 1980's hangover. The drug dealer who owned it before me must have
watched too much Miami Vice, because the colors that he had painted this place were
nauseating. Pastel pink with pastel blue trim. It looked like a fast food
joint, so I had the place repainted. I hired the old lady who lived next door,
and her son, to paint the place with a Tuscan look. Very fashionable in the
early 90's.
The problem with that color
scheme is that you grow tired of it very quickly. Again, I needed the place
repainted. This time I had Mark and a friend of his do it up in a lovely light
yellow with ball park green trim. I really liked those colors because they set
off the lush tropical landscaping. Unfortunately, after fifteen plus years, the
place was looking a bit shabby and probably dragged down the price when we
tried to sell.
Five weeks ago I started
painting the house again. Five long, arduous weeks of painting, painting,
painting. My hands are so sore from all that action. They haven't had that much
use since I was a teenager. Anyway, the colors I picked for the house this time
around are a gray with a very light blue tinge to it for the body of the house,
and a white called 'frost' for the trim. I think it looks pretty classy. I'm about halfway done with
the job, so I'm thinking Christmas? Or maybe even before. It will be my little
birthday present for Mark, who was born on the 23rd of December. I sure hope he
likes it, because I'm doing the pool for his Christmas present.
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