Kitty and poop covered walls

 

Monday, Paladin and I finished up killing the clown.  Have I mentioned my hatred of the yellow-orange walls in the new master bedroom?  Here they are in all their clown-puke glory:

 

 

I seriously hated that color and not just because it felt like the looming shadow of his ex’s bad taste hanging over me…which it did.  I also hated it because the tone of the orange was just all wrong even though you can’t tell it from the picture.  For me, orange should either be true orange or a deeper dusty version of burnt orange.  Savvy had to tell me all about the orange and how she was there when it was painted (Mull didn’t do crap…surprise, surprise…she just “supervised” and left the masking tape up for infinity…just imagine the streams of curses that are going to fly when I spend a weekend or two trying to scrape that off the molding).  I told her it was ugly and it looked like a clown exploded.  I told ya…I don’t lie to children if I can help it.  I also told them it was going away.  I’ve been quite adamant about this. 

 

Paladin gave me a little grief about the color.  At first, he pined for blue.  No.  I looked at a couple of cans of gold “oops paint” (the mis-mixed paint that sells for half-price in most paint departments), and he approved.  I didn’t.  I chose “Swallow’s Nest” from Walmart and we picked it up last Friday.  He made a deal with me early on that I could do the master bedroom as I pleased.  I knew that once he saw my style, he would accept that I am Queen of the Decorating and stop making suggestions.  But, first we had to paint the room.  His immediate reaction to the color?  “It looks like baby poop.”  But by the time, all was said and done and I had explained my choice, he loved it.

 

 

The picture doesn’t do it justice.  A beautiful neutral is always in style and it always makes the colors around it POP! 

 

Speaking of beautiful neutrals, I’m pretty sure the room would also go well with our cat, Pyewacket.  Pye is a calico cat (I’m guessing…I don’t know squat about cats) that showed up at my trailer door one night.  She kept hanging around and trying to come inside because she is obviously an indoor cat.  She’s exceptionally sweet and friendly and most importantly, she rolls over for Pascal.  They are like brother and sister and it’s really cute.  Monday night, Paladin, who is a huge cat lover, took Pyewacket out to the Deridder house to live outside in the garage (I’m allergic to cats), and she seems to be doing nicely already.  I am fond of her, but she needs to be there because Dave and Will are huge cat killers.  I’ve spent a month trying to keep them from scaring her to death or actually killing her.  I’m pretty sure it’s only her sweet nature and me that have kept them from murdering her.  Don’t ask me why they don’t like cats because I have no idea.  I’m neutral on the cat subject except for hating having one in the house because I can’t stand an animal on the kitchen counters.  ICK!  But Pye is a beauty…a precarious beauty just like in the movie.