Yesterday, I moved up a much-needed home improvement project on my to-do list, or um… fixing a Carrie disaster project, which is pretty damn typical around these Oklahoma parts. In early August, with paint can in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, I ambled down the hall hunting for unidentified markings on the wall. Here is a photo of the hallway and my beautiful paint touch-up job. I had grabbed what I thought was the correct paint color and happily went to work on an ugly black scratch that had been haunting me for like a year. After I touched the spot up, I noticed the paint appeared to be slightly darker, but I figured it was darker because it was wet or because the wall sconces were casting shadows (see last photos). I told myself NO WORRIES. Once the paint dries, it’ll look perfect. I was so proud of myself. I even phoned Wildcat while he was out of state on a business trip, boasting. Well, in hindsight, I should have just left the dang scratch alone because my touch-up looked like crap and still looks like crap and Wildcat wasn’t exactly getting out his pom poms cheering for me.
Above is a closer look at my awful paint touch-up disaster.
I stood on a ladder and got a paint sample above the coat closet door using a handy dandy utility knife.
This is the Valspar interior flat paint I thought was the correct color because it was labeled Hallway. A painter friend of mine said the builder could have used this paint in hallway but when paint cans are stored improperly, not mixed well, or just old, the color may not match.
Schonbek vintage crystal wall sconce casting shadows. It’s all this lights fault.
I’m off to Home Depot to get a perfect color match using the paint sample. Tomorrow, I commence paint touch-up.