I know, I know, blogging about paint choices. BO-ring. Except dadgum it feels like a really big freakin’ deal to me, a preachers’ kid who lived a good portion of her life in parsonages where you had to go through 87 committees to have the right just to paint a room approved. Then the process started over again for color choices.

Then I lived in off white dorm rooms for four years. Then off-white apartments for five years. Then an off-white house (save the Gorgeous Grapes in the dining room) for two.

But today:

Today WE PAINT.