I have been meaning to repaint the living room for well over a year. It is one of those jobs that has to be done in the summer when there is light to work by and there is some hope of me having enough enthusiasm to carry out the job.
Needless to say last summer went by in a horrible blur and the living room never saw so much as a duster far less a paint brush.
My livingroom was Red. Note the capital letter there, I think it merits this due to the real redness of the room. I used to love this room and took ages painting it about three (or was it four, I can’t remember now) years ago. Roll on those years and an inordinate amount of time spent trapped on the sofa due to operations looking at all that red.
The red looks great in the winter, especially at Christmas. It envelopes you in it’s cosiness and warmth and takes to the odd bauble in a wondrous way.
However the rest of the year it is dull and deep and just a tad forboding. In fact when I spent three months on the sofa this year it was begining to feel like I was inside some sort of giant’s intestines. Blood red walls kind of do that to your thoughts after a while.
Time for a change.
Going from dark to light ain’t easy.
It takes a LOT of paint.
Layers of bloody paint.
It also takes dragging hundreds of books and lots of crap (yes I do appear to have way too much of this) into the dining room while I get on with dousing down the fiery red with buckets of white.
It feels like a never ending task.
Four base coats later I am on to the actual wall colour, a basic creamy white.
A bright light colour that I then spend another two days aging up with oil paint and olive oil.
I like the results though. It has been worth all the hard work.
The room has come together and looks so much lighter, and not just in colour. It has thrown off the heaviness of that wintery colour and slipped into something far more comfortable.
The books are back, well not ALL of them. The bits and pieces are edited and some shown the door.
Old velvet curtains are replaced with up-cycled dust sheets and old Kilim cushions replace the tartan on my old red leather chairs.
I’m so glad I have finally painted the livingroom. I sit here in the evening and look around and feel better in my own nest. I enjoy the way the light filters through the makeshift curtains and I imagine that maybe one day I will actually have that little house in the sunshine.
I’m now working on the dining room and going from mustard to cream.
I have done the darkness, I’m heading for the light…..