Painted Lady

I haven’t neglected the blog, I’ve been paying attention to the cat. There’s a difference. With R Man out of town, I’ve been relegated to the role of single parent. Perhaps a cracked out, meth-head, unwed mother, but one takes ones role models where one finds them. R Man had a conference in Baltimore and took the opportunity of being so near his family to go visit them in Annapolis. I’m not happy having him away all week, but any circumstance that gets him to visit them without me is not one I’m going to complain about. The fact that it is so close to Halloween is just a coincidence. I think.

Also, having him out of the way made dealing with the painters a little easier. Yes, my little plump ones, the painting is done and it looks fab. The black upstairs hall is particularly thrilling, and I would post photos of it, but it turns out shooting pictures of a black stairwell is tougher than it sounds – they all turn out looking like the classic forgot-to-take-the-lens-cap-off pics of the pre-digital age. Just trust me on this, it’s sophisticated and dramatic and cozy all at the same time.

Jason from Night is Half Gone volunteers that he would like to move into the robin’s egg blue closets in the hall. Come on down, I say. We have an empty shelf there just your size.

We also painted the downstairs stairwell red and the foyer a golden-orange with one red wall. I’m not sure about the orange, I was hoping for a lighter hue with more yellow. What we wound up with seems closer to a Cheeto that you find under the couch long after all the other Cheetos in the bag have gone to their reward.