When the painters put the second coat on, our house got brighter. I'm still pleased with the color of the siding, but I thought a purple porch would push us into Easter egg territory. I opted for a deep blue-green instead.
At least I thought I had opted for a deep blue-green. When I first saw the guy painting the edges of the porch, I flinched and shielded my eyes. "Is that going to get darker as it dries?" I asked him.
It's not any darker.
It's awful. It's the color of some wrongheaded Bertie Botts flavor, like Radioactive Sludge. It's as if my porch has been coated in Prell, or Palmolive. And no matter what Madge says on the matter, I don't want to be soaking in it. I would take a picture for you but looking directly at it hurts my eyes.
"It adds color!" said the painters. Yeah, it sure does. Twice now I have seen people driving by, slowing down and staring at the house. "What were those people thinking?" I expect they're saying.
They're going to re-do it for the cost of the paint. I'm going for a nice mellow medium-dark sage green this time. I think.
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