Soleil, to be exact. That's the color.
Yesterday, I finished grading by noon and said, "Dang, you have 8 hours to finish a project," so I tackled the front porch. I love painting and the temperature was gorgeous. I brought a chip to Home Depot, we matched it, and the color is very close to the rest of the house (albeit it a shade lighter and brighter)
The issue is that I loaned my latter to a colleague several months ago and she never returned in. She's also out of town.
So, I did what I could. I now want to have the rest of the house painted. I can do the first floor, but I'm not comfortable painting the 2nd tier. It's way too high, although I think a new coat will look exceptionally good. I've had siding priced, as well as painting, and I'm sorry...but if I could do it all myself, it'd likely cost less than $200. It's the labor that I don't necessarily have time for. I would, if I could, because I find the whole process healing and calming.
It is definitely drying a shade lighter, but that's okay. I love that the new shade is named after the sun, which is totally a reason I'm okay with keeping it in the yellow family. It's calming and beach-y, which I love.
Alright, it's Monday again, and back to teaching a four-hour class. There's only four of them left (and I have no words for how intense it is to crunch so much in a tight space. I am doing what I can...
...except my laundry. I need to get the paint of my shorts and t-shirt (and still need to finish the work as soon as possible. I'm stoked now and want to use this weather to pain the entire house. I also need to do the trim in white. Way overdue (and optimistic).
Homeownership and adulthood. Who'd of ever guessed it?