Fresh Paint

It is the time of year when the old farmer's wife (and daughter) looks around the old farmhouse and decides that it needs some redecorating. The old farmer sighs, rolls his eyes, and keeps his mouth shut. I didn't think that there was anything wrong with how it looked.
She spent a couple of weeks tearing down not very old wallpaper, moving furniture, cleaning, taping, and putting down drop cloths. And oh yes, a lot of painting. I did some plaster repair. Matt wired in new light switches and outlets (Hint: make sure that when someone tells you the light went out when that particular breaker was flipped, that they know which light you are referring to!).
So we now have fresh paint. We have an upstairs bedroom that is "river falls" (green gray or blue gray, depending on the lighting), a downstairs bedroom that is "spring view green" and white (the pottery barn look), and the entry/sun room is "sweet rosy brown"(basically the color of dried blood - that will make a statement!).
Which makes the whole house smell like fresh paint.
And by the time I get used to it all, they will want to change it again!
Ah, this old house . . .

That said, I will build me a wide house and large chambers, and cutteth him out windows; and it is ceiled with cedar, and painted with vermilion.
Jeremiah 22:14