holy grail as paint

The painting saga in our house has, at long last, come to a close.  (Cf: The Stockport Agreement--a little cease-painting arrangement Finch called for back in the early days of home-ownership to end the crazed, OCD-induced obsession I had with covering all walls, and trim (!), in our home with paint before we celebrated our first anniversary in it.)  I know I should jump for joy, for a variety of reasons, but, well...sniff.  My hands at least are quite happy about the news and have almost agreed to move out of the regularly-numb state. 

So it took us seven years, but we have now covered every square inch of paint that existed prior to us moving in.  This room was the final frontier.  Can you blame me?  The picture doesn't do it justice, but the color could only be described as flesh.  Um, ewwww.   

Earlier this month, Zee had a little week-long summer camp in the mornings, so I saw it as my last long stretch of time wherein I could possibly accomplish this amazing feat.  Especially since I completely frittered away my other week of opportunity in late June.  Oh. my. goodness. the internet can be a black hole of time consumption.

Anyhoo, now our little utility room/workout room is a lovely shade of apple red.  It may seem ridiculous, but it being flesh and all, and since I spend approximately 92 hours a week in the area doing laundry, I felt it deserved a wee face-lift.   

So there.