My oldest daughter has always had the cutest most colorful room in the house. When she was six she wanted an all pink bed room. So, we panted her room bright pink with pink trim and with the help of my friend Sabine we painted darling flowers all over her walls.
Well now she’s 8, and wants a more “grown-up” room. In fact all she wants for Christmas is a camp rock room. Well there was no way I was going to paint over the flowers! Look how cute those are. So we agreed to paint her trim black.
Honestly…. I love the black trim. I think it turned out so elegant, and she loves it too. In a few years the room will probably go to her sister, and then I will probably spend two days and ten coats of paint making the trim white again, but until then, black it is.
Well, I thought I would need several more coats of paint then I did, so I was left with about ¾ a gallon of black paint. Thinking that maybe I would use it again for trim in my room, (yes I love it that much) or maybe for furniture I proceeded to take it down into the basement to store until next use.
There were three big problems with this idea:
1—I was wearing socks
2—I was running
3—The lid on the paint can hadn’t been hammered shut yet.
Yes, I slipped. I banged my arm on the paint can, giving me a healthy bruise, and popping open the lid on the paint can.
Of course it was the black paint, not the white I had used early, or even the pink. It was black!
About half of the black paint came gushing out of the can, soaking into the carpet, and splashing on the walls. I tried to clean it up, but after soaking a dozen towels, and smearing the paint more on the wall then getting it off, I gave up.
So, now we have a few very black patches on our stairs. Thank heavens it’s the stairs going into the basement! And thank heavens we’re not planning on selling our house anytime soon. Because, for now, I think the stairs will have to remain spotted in black.
