painting, part two

One evening after Parks was in bed (and before John was even considered), the hubby and I were kicked back in our usual family-room spots: me on our not-so-lovely orange couch, and he on his not-lovely-at-all green recliner. Our routine of late is to get highly engrossed in a Netflix television series; so engrossed, in fact, that we tend to skip the "how was your day" shenanigans and jump straight to the episode of the night in the series of the month.

It was in the midst of one of our Mad Men obsessions (we've watched it twice) that I gained my own, personal fascination. It was this scene in particular that captured my interest:

Ahhhh. Heavenly. A feast for the eyes. I couldn't get enough, and would've watched the scene over and over again if only Cal would've let me. I was officially in love.

The color of Anna's living room was amazing! (What's that? You thought I was talking about Don Draper painting in his skivvies? Shame on you, Reader. I'm a married woman!) Here's another shot, in another light:

From that moment on, I knew what color I would next paint the room that we do our most living in. And, once again, the SW paint sale was the perfect opportunity. Let's jump to the befores and afters, shall we?

Above are the before shots. The color was a kind of yellow-y, sage green. Not bad, mind you. I didn't hate it. But the room doesn't get much light, and it always seemed a bit dingy and dreary to me. And it wasn't doing the not-so-lovely orange couch any favors, either, and -unfortunately- the not-so-lovely orange couch isn't going anywhere any time soon.

Now the after shots:

*Note the slender, young, innocent (and wrinkle-free) girl in the wedding gown in the middle. My, how times have changed. I thought about doing a before and after blog of myself... before and after kids, that is. But, really, no one wants to see those after shots. Trust me. Just envision those methamphetamine promotions that the cops show kids in high schools to scare them away from using. You know what I'm talking about? Except mine would be to scare fresh-faced young folks and blindly enamored newlyweds away from having kids too soon. Or at all. (Just kidding. kind of.)

Anyway, back to the room. The color is Benjamin Moore's "Yarmouth Blue." We have the shade darker, "Buxton Blue," in our bathroom. I love it. It's cheery, and -trust me- we need cheer around here on occasion (read: almost all of the time). And it just seems to fit us, and me, and our two full-of-life boys.

Speaking of whom, one (I'll let you guess which) is calling me now. It seems his superheroes need some help with the bad guys. Mommy to the rescue!