More Blue, Less Blue
The more blue that goes up, the less blue I become.
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The blue is all done. I think this took me about 2 hours. I took my time, cut in the edges with a brush, but the rest was roller. And this is the same blue that was used in the kitchen. One gallon. Five dollars. Two rooms. How can you beat that?
You can see how it looks against the pretty floors.
The long wall…Don’t you just love the light switch right in the middle? Who was the dumb electrician that figured that out?
And this is how it looks as one heads up the stairs. Oh, how I’m going to love the soothing look of that every time I come upstairs now.
Now just in case you think that’s a whole lotta blue, it is. But it’s going to be broken up by white bookshelves and white picture frames. Eventually (like five years from now at the rate I move), there will be white crown molding.
Then, you may remember (or not) that I got these a year ago from a sewing store in Seaside, Oregon, that was closing their business. These will be painted white and hung on the big wall. I could keep them black, but I think that would darken the room too much. Fabric goes behind them, if I so choose, or I could just let the blue of the wall shine through. What do you think? White or black? Fabric or no fabric?
And, finally, what’s a little blue without some pink?