We have one coat of paint on the walls. Here’s my open letter on the subject.
Dear Benjamin Moore,
There comes a time when a company needs to come clean. This handle “icy moon drops” sounds great but has nothing to do with the tin of paint that we bought. Your paint chip has, to use my Father’s term, carried us wide. Pastel is hardly a descriptor for what is now on those walls. My first clue? The colourblind husband is ecstatic about the paint choice. Second clue? It glows in the dark. Tell the honest-to-goodness truth – didn’t you really mean to name this colour “moon drops on acid”?
Your response and trucks of swag will be greatly appreciated.
Yours very truly,
To quote Vonnegut, “So it goes.”
I actually like the colour too. The issue is resale. The bathroom now evokes memories of one of my favourite places in the wide world – Sussex in St. Ann, Jamaica:
I better go – the 2nd coat isn’t going to apply itself… Knitting can happen next week – after I recover.