It was supposed to be a very easy task this morning. Paint the top half of one wall of the bathroom minty green (actually, the correct name for that shade is “Tahitian Delight”). Simple enough, right? I did the taping yesterday, taping all around the perimeter of where we wanted the green to go. Since the wall was white, we figured there was no need for primer. And there shouldn’t have been. Except that once we started applying the first coat of Tahitian Delight, we discovered that it wasn’t sticking to the white very well. In fact, when I stood on the ladder and used a teeny tiny paintbrush to paint the very top edge, it didn’t want to stick at all…except in the parts where the green, er, Tahitian Delight leaked through the tape. Those little blobs of green on the white ceiling (which we’re trying to keep white) are sticking very well.
Very frustrating. Yesterday when we bought the paint we even splurged and spent a few dollars more on the “PREMIUM” can of paint…washable, mildew resistant, etc, etc, perfect for that small bathroom. We’ve done this sort of thing before – we’ve painted most of our house, as well as many other people’s houses, and neither of us has ever experienced this problem to this baffling degree before. And we’ve never bought PREMIUM paint before. Hmmm, don’t try to convince us that THAT isn’t a coincidence!
The result so far is a rather streaky mess, with the white glaring through in random spots – and despite every attempt to carefully apply the paint evenly across the entire wall, there are wide swaths of varying shades of this now-not-so-delightful Tahitian Delight. We only bought a small tin and we’re not sure we’ll have enough to do the three full coats that we now suspect we’ll need in order to see that Tahitian Delight in its full delightful glory.
Yes, it was supposed to be a very easy task. 30 minutes tops. So far the only easy part of the entire morning has been the triggering of my carefully hidden barely-there-but-still-there OCD angst which secretly craves (but has learned to settle) perfection. Now I have to do damage control and console those little twitching parts in my brain that are already anxiously cringing at the thought of having to sit in that bathroom for the rest of my life looking at this flawed green wall and wondering why I ever thought that this was a good idea.
This might be why most of the walls in our house are white.
(To be continued…maybe)
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