Throbbing Red

I did something so typically me this afternoon.

After staring at the wall in my bedroom for the last several weeks, still taped around the trim, still plastic on the floor, still streaky because of some seriously fucked up paint or primer (no one really knows which), I decided I had better go back and get more paint to fix it before my mom in law comes to visit this weekend. I am tired of the bed being pushed into the opposite corner. I am tired of walking around the ladder. I am tired of looking at the half finished project.

However, the nagging little voice in the back of my head that encourages me to do everything ass backward and makes me do things that usually end up making life that much more complicated talked me into buying a shade of red called Rapture that does not match the deeper (improperly named by me because it is not quite the Come Fuck Me Red shade I had envisioned it would be) color that is now on the wall. It is too tame. Too politically correct. Or something.

It is the shade that was specifically color matched to the red in my comforter and sheets that ended up bringing out how much the linens are more of a brownish red and not a true sexy Dirty red. The color of my linens make a good Autumn lipstick or nail polish color... on a day when you are wearing mismatched underwear and not aiming to have multiple orgasms. They are not the red of lace bra through a tight white top, no panties with a mini skirt and thigh highs. Not the color of lipstick that makes you feel sexy, you know, not that bright glossy lick-your-lips red, the color of loud thumping bass lines and fevered dewy skin, the color that inspires your inner exhibitionist. It's not Dirty Red. I wish for the day when you can go find paint chips that are really appropriately named. It would give whole new perspective to decorating for a particular mood or personality type. I had six reds to choose from in the brand he wanted. I got as close to Dirty Red as monkey is gonna let me get in that room.

I don't know what is going to happen when we slap it on over the darker color. It may make a shade somewhere in between the two. I am hoping it takes on the brighter shade of the new paint.

I am thinking that I may be able to make a duvet cover in some various shade of vanilla white. Maybe. I need that contrast, relaxing/soothing against passionate/bold/racy. I am all girly and like flowers but I am tired of the floral on the fabric anyway, reminds me of someone's grandmother. I am trying to talk Terry into hanging the salvaged wood shelf over the bed and then line the whole thing with vanilla pillar candles in various sizes.

I have the gauzy wrinkly vanilla curtains that used to be on my canopy bed still. I could hang them and it would pretty much complete the room. That is, if I don't decided the other three walls being white just doesn't do it for me. The nagging voice is telling me that I need to do the other walls to be really happy with the final look. I may have to try to talk him into doing them in a vanilla shade to make the whole thing work.

Pray to the paint Gods that it doesn't look like ass when we are done painting this new color on or I may never get him to paint again.

Posted by gwendolyn on October 21, 2003 at 05:06 PM