The house is great - huge and roomy, with high ceilings, picture rails, huge yard and patios, french doors...Perfect.... Except for the fact that the previous tenant was color-blind, and painted every room a new shade of disturbing color. Electric-lemon yellow, baby blue, electric blue, "creamsicle" orange; it was like a clown ate a bunch of rainbow sherbet and threw up on the walls. So, before Moving Day, several of us took a group trip to Home Depot to get painting supplies.
That was the day we discovered that, for homeowners, Home Depot is pretty much the adult version of being let loose in Toys R Us at age 5. Not even 2 years ago, Home Depot to me meant Art Supplies.... I used to skulk around in there for the odd piece of wood to paint on, or to help myself to the paint chips to make collages out of. Maybe pick up a plant or two to make it worth the trip.
This time it was a whole new experience.Up and down the aisles you could hear our shrieks of delight:
"Crystal door knobs? Cool!!!"
"Hey, should I paint an accent wall deep Indigo? I'm goin' for it!"
"Woah, a wheelbarrow!"
"Awesome, check out that toilet seat!"
"Wow, a dimmer-switch!!"
"Drawer pulls shaped like horses? No way."
"Hey, they sell hot-dogs here!"
"Check out this mailbox."
"I want that door!!"
I don't think anyone in our party got out of there for under $85.And, by the way, the house looks fantastic now.
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