Today my neck and legs are paying penance for the painting marathon. Here's the "before" shot of the den.
You can see the drywall patchwork on the ceiling (if I had a nickel for every drywall patch I've made in this house, I'd have a lot of nickels.) You can also see the mantel. In case you can't guess, winter mantels are a struggle for me in my annual post-holiday funk. Anyhoo, the wall color is called "dried grass" and it's decidedly in the green family, although it leans toward khaki.
The new color is called "winter garden" and I used it to great effect (IMHO) in the formal living/dining room. It's a mustard-y color, or so I thought. You can judge for yourself.
After I got the walls painted, the men-folk in our family strolled in and both said "it's the same color as before." I harrumphed them out and insisted they were dead wrong. And they were...but if I were under oath, I'd have to confess the two colors are...well...similar. At least the mantel has been made over, thanks to some sepia-toned prints of photos my better half snapped while we were enjoying the beach in South Carolina. The biggest print is a rowboat in a marsh, a la Sparks' "The Notebook" and was spotted by DD when I was getting the photos framed today. Good eye, that one. Takes after her mama.Of course, now that I've painted the den, the adjacent kitchen and breakfast nook are suddenly looking a little shabby. Sigh...this is how I have managed to paint every room of this house 3 times over in less than a decade.
