So I’ve mentioned several times that I have been painting different rooms around my house over the last few weeks. It’s like a disease, this painting thing, and it’s now in my blood and I can’t stop but DEAR GOD! I want to stop. And the funny thing is I didn’t ever, I mean never ever, think I would be the person that paints there entire house with every room a different color.

Last weekend I was talking about the painting, because it is so obviously the only thing I have in my life, and Chris reminded me of something really funny. He asked me if I remembered the state of our first house when we bought it. Did I? Remember? That house? How could I not!

The first house we bought after we were married was 1,100 square feet of 1970’s glory packed in a rambler with lava rock decorating the outside. But really the outside was tame compared to what lay inside. For one thing, the house was inhabited by no less than 7, and sometimes even up to 9, overweight adults. In 1,100 square feet. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms. Nine people. Nine very big people. Apparently to spice things up, because all those people weren’t enough, they had painted every single room a different color. And every single room had a different color and style of carpet, including the kitchen and bathrooms. And to top that all off they had used the space under the back yard deck as a garbage dump. I know, I know, that has nothing to do with paint, but I believe it speaks to the level of taste and care these people took with their home.

The first thing we did when we got the keys, besides change the locks, was paint the whole house in the same neutral color. Then we ripped out all seven different colors of carpet and put down some nice neutral carpet and vinyl flooring. And finally we removed about 25 garbage bags worth of junk from under the deck. We spent the next four years in that house, making no end of fun of the previous owners and their tastelessness.

Do you see the irony people? I lived here, in our new house, four years before I became so bored of the neutral walls that I snapped. And so I’ve been painting. Each of the kids rooms different color. The bathrooms a different color. The kitchen, dining room, living room, basement, ALL IN THEIR OWN COLOR. My God, I have become those people! The ones I made fun of. The ones with no taste. That is now me. Please no one look under my deck. I’m afraid of what you’ll find.