Hinting at Something

So things are moving right along on the old laundry room. In fact, in some ways they’re moving more than they should. I got the room sanded, primed, and caulked, and tomorrow I paint. If all goes well, I should have the water heater hooked back up Sunday and maybe even get some trim on.

I went with SW’s Hinting Blue for the color. The name is very apt for the color. Sometimes you get color names that don’t seem to mean anything, like “Serano Mist”, or something like that. The Hinting Blue really is hinting blue. It is a pale gray with just a hint of blue in it. The more I look at it, the more I like it, but I haven’t really seen it in a large scale yet, so I may be singing a different tune come Sunday.

I have not decided on a trim color, but right now I’m leaning towards doing the whole room in Hinting Blue. I’m concerned, given the level of trim in there, that the room will look too formal with a high contrast between the trim and walls – or any contrast, for that matter. This is a small room and it is just a laundry room.

There is also something to be said about being historically correct. I’m not talking about period correct here, but historically correct. I have many dreams, but one of them would be to own a well cared for 1890s Victorian home that is virtually untouched except for regular maintenance from the day it was built. Part of this regular maintenance would be painting. Most likely, if a utility room like this had gone virtually untouched except for the occasional paint job, it would be painted all one color.

I know its an odd concept to even think about, but this is the way my brain works sometimes. Really, when you get right down to it, being historically accurate means taking in to consideration the entire life span of the house, not just the decade it was built in. I’m either being excessively neurotic here or I’m trying to justify a reason to not spend hours painting trim a different color than the walls. I’m not sure which it is, but I’m willing to bet it’s a little of both.

Anyway, we’ll all go nuts if we try and figure that one out. Instead, I’ll just move on to the bit about “things moving more than they should”. Think back to how this all started. I pulled down a 100 year old beadboard ceiling in a machine shop. I threw in the truck. Then stacked it in the garage. I scraped it. Pulled nails. Stacked it in the dinning room. I flipped through the stack dozens of times looking for “just the right piece”. I then nailed it all up and finally sanded it down. Then yesterday, when I was ever so gently painting it with primer, one of 3 knots in all of this wood popped out and fell back in to the wall.

Plink!

Suddenly I have a 2-inch diameter hole in what is otherwise 4 monolithic walls of solid wood. Grrrrrr! It is not even it a good spot where I can hide it with something. It is like 7 feet up on a wall and off to one side. I need to fill it with something, though. This is not one of those things were only I will notice it. Its a freakin' hole in the wall! I have a few ideas percolating in the noggin, but nothing definite yet.

For now, I’m not going to worry about it because tomorrow I paint. I’ve been working towards this goal all week and nothing will steer me from my course. To goal is to be able to take a shower Monday morning and in order to do that I need to get the water heater hooked back up.

So tomorrow I paint!