After
months of discussions, and over an hour in a paint shop last week,
shattered and colour blind from staring at tiny squares of various
hues, we finally compromised: a calm, sea-green pale turquoise kind of
shade. Or so we thought.
We
spent all weekend sanding, jet washing (that was fun) then painting
every inch of her, with help from my mum and dad. She has since been
described as:
(a) peppermint
(b) a smurf
(c) a 1950s fridge
She
is brighter than we’d thought (though not as in your face as the
‘warning orange’ shade Huw was hankering after), and it’s taking quite
a bit of getting used to. Let’s hope we do - otherwise Huw might just
get his way.
