Last weekend, I stayed home alone while Boyfriend and the boys visited his parents. It was all very suspicious: Why didn’t I want to come along? Had his mother offended me? What was I planning to do in their absence?
The simple fact was that I wanted to sponge-paint a wall in the living room. Since I moved in (and before), the wall was a deep, dark red. It was dramatic and classy. But, in a room the size of a shoebox, it was also overpowering and made the space feel even smaller. I’d been meaning to do something with it for a long time and didn’t because I was always engaged in something more fun (or I was just lazy). But last weekend, the time seemed right and my sister was available to help me (we have a history of painting together).
Saturday morning I had breakfast alone in my favorite diner. I explained my solitary status to the familiar waitress as I opened my copy of Ask Me About My Divorce and then dove in to savor a few stories and strips of bacon. On the way home, I stopped to purchase supplies: paper to cover the floor, tape to protect the molding, sponges, trays and color samples.
At the house, my sister and I prepped the area and analyzed the color samples. When we found one we thought would work, we went back to the store and ordered a gallon of it. The Project was underway. (And I was hella nervous that this venture would be a colossal mistake and I’d end up having to paint the whole room white because I have zero sense of interior-decorative-know-how.)
Sponging was easier than I thought it would be. It didn’t take long for us to fall into a rhythm. It didn’t take long to finish the wall. And, because we had so much paint left over, we decided to paint the dining room with it. By that time, I was so inspired that I also polished the floor and rearranged the furniture.
I am terribly proud of myself! I haven’t done anything this domestic in years. Half of my house looks completely different and it all cost less than $100. I can’t stop admiring it.
Between my ears, the sponged wall is evolving into a metaphor for living (and of course, divorce):
- I waited too long to make a change that turned out to be easier than I’d anticipated.
- The old wall didn’t completely disappear under the sponged-on paint.
- The new wall is full of globs and smudges, but these imperfections work together for a cohesive expression of style.
- The new wall prompted further change: to cover some things, to clarify others.
- It was worth the risk.