To be precise, Dave painted our living room walls in 1996. If we purchased this house in 2005, how do I know?
That is how.
It was behind the big mirror that has been mounted over our fireplace since presumable 1996. The big mirror that reflected nothing but the ceiling. For many years, I have wanted to take that mirror down. Finally, I got my wish.
Dan and I got a good laugh out of Dave’s signature and the garish pink paint.
Mr. Elliott, the husband of the couple that built our house, must have been a loving and tolerant man. I don’t know too many men who will allow their wives to paint their living room pink.
Before the day was through though, I had painted over it with a primer. I can tolerate a lot of colors, but pink is not one of them. Sweet Elly will have to live her entire childhood without pink walls.
Hopefully, relocating the huge mirror that once hung over the mantle into her room will make up for the lack of pink paint.
Though I would love to claim that moving the mirror into Elly’s room was my idea, the brilliance came from her Grandpop. He saw how Elly lit up in front of the wall of mirrors in her aunt’s house and promptly informed me that she needed a huge mirror in her bedroom.
Now she has one.
I imagine a lot of time is going to be spent in front of this mirror.