The Stripefication of The Foyer.

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I really don't think it's too far of a reach to figure out what color I ended up painting the stripes in the foyer. I mean really, if you've been paying attention, you'd know what kind of leftover colors I have, plus, it's really not that difficult to figure out what my go-to color is anymore.

So, to recap, this is what the stripes looked like taped off:

And this is what they looked like painted none other than ...

Black. The reject black from the master bedroom, nonetheless. Because the new formulation of Behr paint is eversoslightly off from the old, making my meticulously-chosen saturated tones fall a little muddy and a little flat when put in direct comparison to their predecessors.

But hey, here in the foyer, it probably looks exactly the same. 

Anyway, I learned a couple of things at this stage in the process. First, it's a good idea to make sure you press down the edges of the tape before you throw that roller on (I used a 2" one because it gave me more flexibility to paint within the lines -- any bigger and I'd have just made a mess). Since we'd left it for about a week to see how we felt about stripes (and honestly, to make sure it didn't trigger my vertigo and make me die a terrible, albeit not entirely surprising yet still tragic death) there were little edges that popped up here and there, along with some folds minor tears and my legacy to the future homeowners of this place -- cat hair. in. everything. I picked up on it pretty quickly, but just a little from-me-to-you on that part. You'll thank me later.

Second, I was actually a wee surprised to find that I needed two coats of black to completely cover the gray. Both of these paints have the primer built in to them, but I only needed one coat for the gray to cover the green, so it was a tiny bit disappointing to think after the allotted drying time that I was joyously going to remove all that tape like kids ripping into presents on their birthdays, but no, it was a little spotty and thin enough that a second coat was required to make it not look like crap on a stick.

Bonus of this new paint, though, is shorter recoat and drying times, so that was only a minor setback, at least. Of course, this meant that the tape-removal window had to be moved to after the kids' bedtime instead of during naptime, so that was slightly anti-climatic after that initial let down and then joy at the shorter drying times. It really just meant the paint was dry when the kids got up, so no little hands could jack my OCD project midway through.

At least I hoped.

Anyway, bedtime came and went and soon enough with all five cats' captive attention, I began the heart-stopping process of removing all that tape.

How much tape, you ask? About a volleyball's worth.

I actually asked Kyle if we had any regulation-size balls in the house for comparison's sake, because that's a huge mother effing ball of tape, and I thought you all would appreciate that. Alas, we only have miniature sports balls, because we have both miniature people and miniature yard space to play with/in, so you'll have to take my word for it. It was bigger than my midget head, that's for sure.

And then, I stood and basked in the glory of the stripes I had impulsively painted. 

But you will have to wait until Thursday to see them because I had to wait until there was good light to photograph them (soft white CFLS do not a pretty night time picture make, and the window at the top of the stairs faces east so morning photos are damn near impossible) so just sit tight with me. You'll get yours, I promise.