painting

Would you believe I’ve never painted a room before?

Well, I’ve painted, of course. But always with someone else’s paint, someone else’s colour, someone else’s choice. Years of living in shared rented houses has meant that somehow I’ve got to the age of 33 without ever choosing what colour to paint a room.

Which is quite shocking, when you think about it.

There’s a million things that *need* doing in this house, but somehow I found myself staring at paint for the attic. Which didn’t *need* painting at all – it’s one of the few parts of the house that actually already has paint on all of the walls. But I fancied a change, and I spend a lot of time in the attic, and it’s not much used by anyone else, so it seemed a good place to experiment.

What colour though? Turquoise? Too stark? The carpet is red and patterned, and there is a lot of stuff in the attic. It needed to be something unobtrusive, but still cheerful. Something that would sit well with the white on the other walls.

After 20 minutes of dithering, I realised that if I didn’t like it, I could just paint over it. I know, you’re wondering how it took me 20 minutes to realise that…

And so I am proud to present my retro ochre (or, er, yellow) attic.

I’ve not yet managed a decent daytime photo, but you get the idea. I love it.

I don’t know why I thought it was such a big deal. The paint cost £10, and I spent about two hours in total painting, and several more hours moving things and tidying up.

Now I’m wondering what else I can paint…