The circus called; it wants its dresser back.

I mentioned last week that among the recent crazy things I had done was the act of painting our curbside dresser, which we’re planning on using as the TV stand in our living room, a heinous shade of blue. Now, the fact that I am about to show you said heinously blue dresser should affirm at least three things in your mind:

1. I have no shame.

2. I don’t take myself seriously.

3. I really am only pretending to have a partial clue about decorating.

Warning: You may want to put on sunglasses before viewing the following image.

I should probably follow this anti-reveal by saying that the reason we ended up with this blinding shade of blue is because we first painted it with the leftover paint from our bedroom walls(Valspar’s Seashell Gray), and it blended in with the white wainscoting behind it way too much. I was contemplating other colors, mainly a darker taupey gray, when I made this pillow….

..and in a moment of *brilliance* thought that maybe it would be a great idea to tie in the color of those beads by painting the dresser—you guessed it—a similar color. So we taped about 83 swatches to the dresser and wound up with Benjamin Moore’s Bermuda Blue.

Fortunately, we only put on one coat before realizing that it was…not exactly what we had in mind. I know what you’re thinking: why did it take you so long to figure that out? Well. For one, we kept telling ourselves that of course it would dry darker. Also, we were painting at night in an underlit room. Underlit room=the color looks completely different. You can see the difference here:

If you still have questions, please see #3 at the beginning of this post.

My next *brilliant* plan was to add some black to the blue so we wouldn’t feel the urge to tame a lion or something whenever we walked in the room. However, by the time it was dark enough to not be blinding, it was just too dark in general, and didn’t contrast enough with the chairs. Boo. So the dresser has been banished to the outside for Power Sanding: Round 2, and a quart of Benjamin Moore’s Ozark Shadows (which is a taupey gray, my initial instincts for the dresser, anyway) is sitting in the kitchen, waiting patiently to be The Final Answer. I still want to tie in that brighter blue from the beads, but in much smaller doses. Like perhaps on a button.

Meanwhile, we’re brushing up on our tightrope walking and flaming torch juggling since I’m pretty sure that as soon as Barnum & Bailey rise from the dead and see this disastrous project they will phone us immediately and recruit us as Resident Designers For All Circus Scenery Plus Flaming Torch Man Understudies. I can totally picture a bearded lady swallowing a sword while unicycling on our dresser, can’t you? How about a clown cat, at least?

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I’m thankful that I can laugh about this kind of thing instead of letting it completely ruin my day! :)