We finished the first coat of paint in the kitchen!
Except for one thing: I DON’T LIKE IT.
Yup, don’t like it. It’s too, I don’t know….
Green. Yup, too green.
I started having second thoughts about this color before we were even half done with the first coat. I was just finishing cutting in around the ceiling in the bathroom, and Chris called out, “So, are we getting avocado appliances?”
He thought he was being funny. But now all I see when I look into the kitchen is AVOCADO.
OH my God, my kitchen is avocado. Son of a…
I decided to wait to pass judgement until the first coat was done, because I didn’t want to jump to any conclusions. And I thought maybe it would somehow seem a little less intense when it wasn’t right up against all the bright white primer.
But it didn’t get better. In fact, it got worse. And then I had to get up the nerve to tell Chris he just spent a couple hours rolling on a color that I wanted to change. I was totally prepared for that look — you know, the one that says, “I would punch you in the face if I thought it would knock some sense into you.”
Surprisingly, he didn’t fight me. He did say that he thought the color was okay, and that he didn’t know how I could be so sure that it wasn’t going to work. He also reminded me that he was leaving on a 4-day trip the next day, so whatever I did, I was on my own.
I think his answer might have been a little different if I had waited until we finished the second coat to voice my concerns.
Now, I have to choose a different color altogether. When I imagined my green kitchen, I imagined “silvery,” not “celery.”
All right, spill it. Tell me there are others out there who have gotten part-way through painting a room and realized they hated the new color. I can’t be the only one!