Velociworld

I Am Painting, Yellow

Gruntwork. Painting. Well, actually, painting, drinking, and watching football (you're blogging about watching a football game? I don't get it! - Ed.)

Anyway, The Bride decided a few weeks back (and, yes, I egged it on) that our taupe/putty walls were disgustingly depressing, and, yes, disgusting. And so I've been repainting the entirety of the interior of the Velocihovel.

We picked a nice yellow, or, what the Queer Eye guys tell me, is a saucy dijon with some mayonnaise whipped in for calming effect. Maybe. All I know is since I've painted I've mellowed, and put the razorcock back in its storage bag.

To date I've painted:

The master bedroom. The master bath. The water closet. The kitchen. The butler pantry. The breakfast area. The den. The living room. The dining room.

All I have left is:

The hallway. The pool bath. The walk-in closet. The laundry room. And, yes, the Batcave.

And, just maybe, the razorcock. I blame this post on paint fumes, and the fact that mayonnaise must have been in the sun too long.