Kinda how I like my porch. The porch! It's been a month!
Behold, the perfectly painted porch.
But, wait! Last time we spoke, I was figuring out paint. From afar. With a neighbor who is attached. I had a game plan going in...to paint it exactly like it was.
See, we painted our old porch a few times after first moving in. The first time, was to neutralize the dark brown floor that showed every single speck of dirt the moment after you finished sweeping. The second time was to fix that too-light-shade-of-grey on the floor, which competed with the white divider and columns. The times after that were to freshen up the peeling, scarred, chipped spots after renovating.
We made the mistakes and finally found the colors we liked. I crossed my fingers and hoped our neighbor would, too. And he did. Mostly... But we get along well, so it all worked out.
We chose the same white as the interior of our house. Landed on a green that matched our existing brick. And then found a grey we could both live with. He wanted darker, I wanted lighter. Steve couldn't care less.
Then this happened.
EEEK! In the course of two days, the house and porch were complete. Our neighbor even decided to paint his house the same color as ours.
But, of course, we all agree to disagree. That's why we get along as neighbors. So, while our sides aren't exactly alike, they have the same structure.
Not that this is a complete before and after. We're not done painting. No, sir. Remember how I mentioned we had to re-paint the floor before? Well, learning from mistakes is hard when you're out of town and the old floor paint can is somewhere in your basement.
It's just...too...light blue? Even for an iPhone???
(Don't mind the chips in the threshold. The silicone holding the old floor boards in place was reeeeeally strong. Our doormat hides them.)
|Bench (and bikes, etc)|
And...since we decided to paint the bench the same color as the floor, so the porch wouldn't look and feel super small on the inside, it kills me EVEN MORE to see the wrong color.
So, I did what any normal neighbor would do. I found the next darker chip on the strip (that actually matches the old floor paint that I finally FOUND), and told my neighbor he was right the first time. ;)
And, besides. It's paint. Just. Paint.
I even offered to redo both sides myself, if our contractor can't work a deal with the painter. I love to paint. And with the kids in school, what else do I have to do these days?!?!? Ha.
Wrong paint aside, I'm finally cleaning and pretty-ing. We re-installed the light, put up a mailbox and numbers (sorry internet, but they do look beautiful) and I even went out on a limb and bought a planter. Yes, the wrapping is still on because I don't know if it's staying....
Once the painting is finished, I'll update with more details. But for now, she's lookin' pretty perfect from the street.
I guess she's more blue-green now, than before. But that's ok. Still pretty perfect.
That front garden, on the other hand, not perfect at all.....!!!!