Tonight when Simon was on his way home from work, he called home, as he tends to do, and we discussed the day.

“What did you do today?” he asks.

“Um, oh, well, you know, grocery shopping, child-raising, oh, and um, painting,”  I respond.

“Painting.” This is a statement, not a question.

Poor Simon. Somewhere between yesterday and today, we have moved from just paint chips tacked to the wall to full-on painted swatches all over the room. 

“So I guess we’re committing,” he remarks.

He really is so good to indulge me. I’m a lucky girl! Now if we could just decide on a color.Forgive the goofy photo; I shot it with my iPhone. All but one of the swatches is Benjamin Moore. The third swatch is actually the same color that I painted the upstairs bathroom (RIP, Bunny Toile). Right now, the far right swatch is winning out.

Ideas? Suggestions? I’m feeling ambiguous right now about it all.