…and I want to paint it black.
The exterior house light that I liked the best (or disliked the least, I suppose) only came in white. But with primer and paint, I fixed it. Now it looks better and I won’t cringe when I walk under it every day.
I take on projects when visual inconsistencies bug me enough to change them. I am trying hard to avoid asymmetry, misalignments, and color errors. With other black exterior fittings, one white light was going to stand out (to me) as wrong.
In other news, today I was delighted that the upstairs floor was finished so I could run around the staircase in a loop. Which I did about a dozen times. It was fun. I have been referring to it as the “cat racetrack”, but it’s really the Kristen Racetrack. Wheee!
That delight was a good balance to the defeat I felt when I asked Sasaki-san to recommend a professional tile layer. After two years of expecting to do the tiling in the house using tiles from the Tile Mines, none of that is happening. Sigh. Maybe in the barn.
And upon seeing my six white wallpaper samples on the wall yesterday, I came home and ordered 50 more. Because none of these six is right: too pink, too green, too cold, wrong texture. I hope one of the new ones is the Goldilocks of wallcoverings. White is such a challenge. Maybe I should paint the walls black.
