Unusual things happened to the creative, artsy, tasteful side of my brain during pregnancy, one of which was the worst decorating fail EVER. And I do mean FAIL. It was soooo bad.
It Was All the Rage
During the early ’90s, sponge painting and rag rolling were popular methods of applying paint to achieve a faux texture on walls and furniture. The desired effect resulted in something similar in appearance to marble, leather, or an aged patina. It was inexpensive and easy to do, although it was a bit messy. The only limitation was the imagination. I had previously sponge painted a desk top to mimic marble; sponge painted a lamp to resemble aged copper, and craftily created a few other home accessories.
Since these methods were easy and inexpensive, I decided to use the sponge painting method to decorate the entire nursery for my unborn child (notice I said “entire”).
I prepared carefully. I purchased four quarts of low odor latex paint in four crayon box colors, red, yellow, blue, and green. I invested in substantial drop cloths. I cut sponges into geometric shapes in several sizes. I bought several rolls of paper towels. I taped the door frames and window frames, I measured, calculated, and sketched. I even practiced on a few pieces of poster board. I was ready and eager to begin my painting project.
I was lucky on the Saturday I chose to begin the project. It was a beautiful, sunny day near 65 degrees; perfect weather for indoor painting in January. I began the project by lightly sponge painting and rag rolling all four colors on all four walls in a random pattern. It dried quickly by lunchtime. Next, I added more paint and began sponge painting the geometric shapes on all four walls. I was finished with the entire (there’s that word again) project, including clean up, by dinnertime. Yay me!
At last, the time had come to show off my labor of love to my husband. I was so excited! He stood in the doorway for what seemed an eternity. I thought he must have been so impressed that he was at a loss for words. His only statement was, “Okay, then.” I stepped into the room, and OMIGOSH!! What had I done to our home?! Aaggh! It looked like…well, it looked awful. It would be an understatement to say it looked like a clown threw up on the walls. Too garish, too colorful, too much. Period. The next day, my mother-in-law said it gave her a headache. My mother said I must have lost all sense of good taste because it was so bad.
All I can say is thank goodness for moms and moms-in-law and top-of-the-line primer. They primed and re-painted the entire room using the same colors but used less paint, less texture, less everything. Moral of the story: Less is More.