A big, huge resounding thank you! for all of your input on the nook room’s paint color. You brought up a lot of good points, and Scott and I dug through each of your comments and weighed all of your pros and cons for both options. (A little get together at our house on Friday night also helped to firm up our decision!) It seems that throughout everything we’ve tackled in this house – tearing down walls (and ceilings!), hunting for doors and pulling up floors – we find ourselves getting tripped up over these smaller decisions. (Oh, wait, that’s just me.)
By Friday evening, we had made up our mind, and the winner? A! Blue Fir. Hands down.
We spent a few evenings leading up to the weekend spackling, sanding and getting the room ready (and gah – these old walls need just as much, if not more, prep work than the task of painting itself!), and finally (!), we were able to pick up our gallon.
I don’t typically tape anything off when I paint a room (as I prefer free-handing the trim work), but because this was a darker color than we normally paint, I took the extra 15 minutes to line the ceiling with blue tape. It was worth it – that line is crisp and clean, and the white ceiling (Scott painted it the weekend before when my parents were in town) looks so good.
I didn’t bother getting a perfect line around the baseboards, since all of those will be ripped up and replaced soon; we even went trim shopping on a whim Sunday night, and if you thought we were indecisive about paint… well, trim takes it to another level! (Another post, another day.)
If there was ever a chameleon of colors, this one would top the list. In our eyes, it’s such a beautiful shade of green – and blue and gray – but depending on the intensity of the warm sunlight, it could lean very, very green. Or blue. Or just a really rich gray (well, a green gray, you know?). All those funny angles play so well with this color; it’s dark, it’s light, it’s every shade in between. We put down the brush and roller by Saturday afternoon, and we spent a good chunk of our Sunday leaning in the doorway, coffee mug in hand, sighing. The happy kind.
We purchased the bookcase eons ago – over the summer, maybe? It’s original intent was for our kitchen, but we kept it in its flat-packed box for so long that we figured it couldn’t have been that important. It’s the Ikea Vittsjo unit, and after assembling it, we liked the way it fit into our nook, and we think it’ll be the perfect spot to house our record collection. The glass shelving isn’t the sturdiest, however, so we’ll be retrofitting wood shelves in its place – eventually.
As much as we (really, really) want to move our things in (the records, a fluffy rug and the turntable), we need access to the wall left of the shelves for mounting our television and speakers in the living room – a project we hope to complete in the next couple of weeks (because right now, a handful of our media needs are on order or en route). So, of course it seems silly that even if our shelf was ready to go (and more importantly, ready to bare the weight of hundreds of pounds of vinyl), we wouldn’t want to load it up only to take it all back down.
In the meantime, we’ll be on the lookout for a small piece of furniture to hold the turntable, a deep and cozy chair for naps and a big stack of books to escape in (have you read anything good lately?). This teeny room has been so much fun already, but we are itching to dig through our records again.