Painting vs Wallpapering

I did both — well, actually my husband and I did both — on the same wall. Painted, then wallpapered.

Why, you ask?

Here’s the story: I have followed the selection of the Pantone Color of the Year for many years. The color of the year for 2020 was Classic Blue. I’m sure you’ve seen it used in many advertisements, and now you’re seeing it in home decor.

I have never, not ever, been a person that had blue decor.

I’ve been blaming the effects of COVID-19 and its ensuing lock-ins for all things related to 2020, and perhaps that’s what happened here, too — but I absolutely fell in love with Classic Blue and was determined to paint a feature wall that color. Maybe it was the need for stability; “they” say that blue provides an anchoring foundation. Or maybe it was a desire to be challenged; the same “they” say that blue encourages us to look beyond the obvious. Whatever it was, I needed Classic Blue in my life. And, since our triple sliding glass doors open up to the beautiful blue skies of South Florida, that’s the wall I chose to paint.

Sept. 27, 2020 — only a mere 4 1/2 months ago, we painted “the wall.”

The color was exactly what I had in my mind. It was the perfect pop. (Ignore the rug. A new one was put down the next day.)

I loved it. (notice the past tense usage of love)

For about two days.

Then it began to grate on my every nerve. We’ve all been there, right? You bought a can of (possibly very expensive) paint, slapped it on the wall and within seconds of the first stroke of your paintbrush, you know that the color you thought would be perfect is all wrong.

In this case, it wasn’t really the color that was wrong. There was just too much of it. And our clocks kind of melted into the wall, overwhelmed by the dark color.

For days and days I kept walking in and out of our family room, staring at the wall and hoping I’d fall in love with it — again. It wasn’t soothing. It wasn’t inspiring. It wasn’t what I thought it would be.

But how was I going to tell my husband, who had helped me paint three coats of this beautiful and expensive paint on the wall?

I used to be able to do all these things myself. Climb a 9-foot ladder? No problem. Paint a room? No problem. Get ‘er done? No problem. Unfortunately, I’m no longer the person who can “Eat green cucumbers and do wonders.” Sooner or later he would need to know.

I sat on it for 4 1/2 months! I searched online for ideas that would enable me to keep my Classic Blue color that I love so much, but would somehow tone it down. The only thing I saw that even interested me was wallpaper. Yep. I was going from the frying pan into the fire!

Now to gently break the news to my husband.

It’s Friday evening and he’s just walked in the door from work. I have a martini poured for him and a nice little charcuterie board waiting for him to enjoy while we “chat” and I finish making dinner.

We talk about a million little things; our son, our work days, politics, upcoming camping trips, pending retirement, gratefulness, and then I say, “Honey, guess what we’re doing Sunday?”

So, here we are. It’s Sunday. It’s raining. (Thank goodness, because he couldn’t have gone on his motorcycle ride, after all.) And, we’re getting ready to hang wallpaper, like we know what we’re doing.

My takeaways from the wallpaper hanging experience:

  1. Measure your wall many, many times. Then order your wallpaper only after consulting with at least two professionals. After my wallpaper arrived, I realized that I probably needed another roll.
  2. Verify if the wallpaper is a design that needs to be matched. After my wallpaper arrived, I realized that I probably needed two additional rolls.
  3. Don’t assume that your walls and ceiling are square. They are not. After my wallpaper arrived, and I began looking more closely at my walls and ceiling, I realized that I probably needed three additional rolls.
  4. If you are working with your husband, make sure your marriage is solid. Do not attempt this if your marriage is rocky. It will not, I repeat, NOT bring you closer.

I am a lucky girl. My husband indulges my every whim; not that this was a whim, but he’s always very supportive. It often takes some coaxing, but he always comes through. It took us 12-hours from start to finish; way, way longer than I thought it would.

Full disclosure: When we finished putting the family room back together, my husband confessed that he didn’t like the plain blue wall, either. But he hadn’t said anything because he thought I knew what I was doing and he didn’t want to have to repaint. ha ha ha

I’m still able to enjoy my Classic Blue, but in a very different way. And look at how much better the clocks look. The grandfather clock stands just over seven-feet high and is more than 250-years old. It deserves to pop out in front of the wall color and now it does.

I know this isn’t for everyone and I’m good with that. We’re all unique and I think I’m getting close to achieving my own little world of Hygge.

I love it. (And I pray I continue to love it for at least a few years. lol)

By the way, all of this happened because of the painting you see in the third photo. I painted that in May last year — my one and only painting. I actually liked it so much that I had it framed and it became my inspiration for this room.

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