Dreaming in shades of blue.................

......and I thought an afternoon trying to pick a carpet color was hell. Now once again I'm back at paint stores, pulling paint chips from racks, even taking photos of photos of painted walls and gathering more chips, how ridiculous is that? No, don't answer please!

Hubby actually hugged me when he saw me getting up from the dining room floor which was looking like this on a recent afternoon.
He laughed, told me he loved how I was so diligent when it came to getting things right, picking what I really thought best and like the most.............and then announced that I certainly don't sit about wasting time, that I'm always "doing something".  Meanwhile I just hope and pray that I'm always going to be 'doing something', especially when I think about that subject we dislike discussing, aging! 

Anyway, this post was to address paint, as in picking a color and who will be slapping the lucky winner on the wall. One more tidbit on age, there comes a time when the person with the roller and brush is someone else, not you, and believe me it's worth every penny. Falling off ladders, destroying your already aching shoulders, and accidentally kicking over the bucket of paint as you fall off the ladder, can run into thousands of dollars in medical bills, whereas a reasonably good painter is more like hundreds, enough said.

The project in mind is just the small entry hall in the cottage. It's already dark as I had it painted in Charcoal a few years back. It feels all warm and welcoming, like being wrapped in a cozy wool blanket. My other rooms are light and bright with mostly off-white and cream walls and somehow it all works well together. Because the charcoal needs freshening up, it's a bit dusty and there are some scratches from daily wear and installing  new flooring, I'm thinking of repainting in a deep, dark blue. There are so many to choose from..........will hopefully find the right one soon.  

I've commandeered DH's iMac this morning to get this post that I started last week up - still awaiting news on my MacBook Air and whether the recovery of my photos has been successful. It was nothing to do with the Mac itself - a pretty little gremlin and her grandmother did something very silly while cleaning up - yes it was 100% our fault. We should have stayed in the kitchen that day, we were great at chopping and stirring, not so good at trying to be techies!!!!!