Toast and Jam

About a year and a half ago my husband and I decided to get creative while painting a room in our apartment. I saw the room as a retreat from the rat race of the city. A place to close the door and find some peace and serenity. I wanted warm corals...the sense of calming warmth. We carefully chose "Mexican Chile" for the ceiling, "Guava Jam" for the walls and white trim. It was perfect...in theory.

Reality was that it was nuclear. It burned our retinas. It caused headaches. The ceiling turned out to be a red-ish terracotta...the walls looked like an diseased salmon died, became bloated and then exploded. I cried for days. All that freakin' hard work WASTED. The room just pissed me off.

I shunned it for a year and a half.

After some time the scabs of defeat healed and the scars finally disappeared and we were finally ready to try again. (actually, it was out of sheer laziness of not doing it sooner) We decided to leave the ceiling as is. (again, out of sheer laziness) We chose to paint the walls in a warm brown, "Toasted Wheat". After 2 coats of primer and 2 coats of "toasted wheat" the room is as I always saw it. The nuclear glow seeping out the door is gone. Peace has re-entered into the apartment and I can escape. Maybe, just maybe, I will sit on my meditation pillows and check the outside rat race at the door...

...and tend to the rat race in my head.