I had the pleasure of doing a lot of painting over the past few days. Yes, that is correct, I really did say pleasure. Given my passion for painting this should come as no surprise. However this painting session was extra special for one simple reason…
While walking through the mall the other day I passed through a large cosmetics department. As I peered at and pondered over the many selections and interesting colors, it struck me how much painting a room and applying makeup have in common with each other.
Some will call me crazy for making such a comparison. (If you have read my previous posts on my paint-a-holism you will know I am a little bit paint crazy.) Don’t you remember years back when people referred to make up as ‘face paint’? So why not paint as make up? Makes sense to me. In fact it makes sense to others as well…
I know you all have been sitting on pins and needles waiting for word on the lime green walls in my daughter’s room so here you go…
courtesy of photobucket & aklindsey
Why are people so intimidated by painting?
Is it the physical aspect of having to move furniture, empty closets, and even… Gasp!…having to vacuum up the dust bunnies after moving said furniture? (Oh the interesting things I have found after moving a client’s washer and dryer. Think small, realistic looking, furry gray cat toy. Very realistic, but thankfully, not real.)
Is it the overwhelming task of picking the right color and/or the paralyzing fear of it turning out to be the wrong color?
