… for my wall!
And by ‘fresh,’ I mean ‘terribly similar to painter’s tape green.’
Despite the fact that I painted so impulsively, it feels good to be a part of the history of this apartment. Last night I was noticing a long bump in the wall that is only about 3mm wide but about 8 feet long. I think it’s because of excess paint on the outer rim of my paint roll. I examined all the other bumps and crevices on the wall and thought about how some of them were hidden and some were exaggerated by my recent 3 coats of paint.
I think it’s kind of neat to live in places that have housed a lot of people. Places that are in neighbourhoods that are notoriously cheap and/or transient, and that allow people a really comfortable resting place without having to relinquish their entire credit capability to the buyer’s market.
It’s fun to imagine who’s lived there before, why they chose such a location, and WHY they’d have the guts to choose my little pony purple as a colour to paint a whole hallway with.
I’ve added to the great list of ‘Why’s’ in this place, and it makes me feel at home.