Sanding is hard.
I looked at that scraped and spackled and sanded ceiling for a month, from that happy south side of my bed, and tried to figure out what color to paint it. I knew I wanted a green, but what green? Mistah kept telling me it was my project; I should pick what I wanted, but it's his bedroom too. Well, at least the north side of it is.........
I finally went to the paint store and had an argument with the worker. Sherwin-Williams herself.
We went back and forth; Amanda offered colors and I dismissed them. She told me what to do and I told her she was wrong. I told her I wanted a green-gray and she told me green-gray would clash with the pale yellow of the other walls. She grabbed a sample of pale yellow, she grabbed a sample of our purple sheets, she grabbed a sample of Clary Sage and said, "Look how good this looks."
"Fine," I said, "I'll take it."
First coat done.
Amanda was right. I called her to tell her so and she said, "I knew you'd like it." Amanda likes to be right.
Oh, don't you worry about that for one second . . .