So, I decided to do a little sponge painting this weekend. I know what you are thinking: Sponge painting is so 1990. Maybe it is, maybe it isn't, I don't know. The yellow walls in our bathroom were just too yellow so I really had no choice but to take some drastic measures and sponge paint.
After watching a 3 minute video on youtube, I was off to Home Depot to get the supplies. A few hours later, just about everything in the bathroom had blue tape on it and we were ready to rock. Echo sat outside the bathroom, put her paws over her eyes, and hoped for the best.
Dennis came home and stood by Echo, looking at what I had done to the bathroom walls.
"What do you think?" I asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.
"It looks pretty good. I mean, you can't really tell that anything is different. Maybe when it dries it'll be more noticeable." I thought the same thing but was hoping that I was wrong and just being too hard on myself. Nope, the truth was that I had spent money, time, and a lot of effort to make the bathroom look....the same. FAN-tastic.
"It doesn't look worse, does it?" Wow, I was really shooting for the stars.
"No, it just looks the same. It looks good," he said, grinning. "I love you."
"I love you, too. I hate sponge painting, though. Sponge painting sucks."
Now that the walls have dried, you can tell that they were sponge painted. You just have to stand about 2 feet from the wall. Or, maybe a little closer than that.
In a final, last ditch effort to mute the brightness of the walls, I switched the light bulbs. Wow. That made a lot of difference. I guess I should've tried that first.