Yes, I have the blues. After slathering up my four choices, I quickly knew the two on the right weren’t what we were wanting. Going on a hope and a prayer, I chose the leftmost color: overcast. I was just praying it wasn’t going to be so gloomy.

“Dad? Hey, we’re thinking about painting…”

Dads of the handy sort know how that phone conversation ends, luckily he was more than eager to help. It brought me back to the time when we painted three shades of blue to create waves on my room’s walls when I was in high school. My poor brother painted the ceiling while I watched TV. Thanks, Mike!

I was so glad the more we painted, the more I loved the color. Matt came in with one wall painted and thank goodness he liked it, and helped! Here’s some pictures from my phone. They were actually being sent to my mom who was recovering from surgery that kept her from talking for a whole week! Praise God she’s recovering very well!

Our living room is coming together now! This week we hope to add our couch and rug. And just when I thought the painting was over, it had only just begun… more next time!