After venturing down memory lane yesterday and blogging about my first home, I found I had a deluge of memories come flooding back. Writing about my first date with Mr. Renovate, who later became my hubby, I was reminded of another funny incident. After refinishing the hardwood floors I decided that the living/dining room needed painting (again!). My colour choices were inspired by a charming old brick building I had noticed on my daily journey to work via public transit. The building had aged terra-cotta coloured bricks and trim work painted a wonderful deep historical blue. Popular colours in the 80’s. I thought that with my hardwood floors, white trim, blue/white striped sofa the historical blue and deep terra-cotta paint colours would complement well. So my date (now bumped up to boyfriend status) and I painted the blue on all the walls except the stair wall which was to be painted as a feature wall in terra-cotta. But that darned feature wall was giving us problems. The first time we painted it – not good, second time we painted it – streaked with white. So the third time (days later) when we painted this terra-cotta feature wall we purchased new rollers, brushes and another can of paint. I told boyfriend “OK, this is the last time – let’s get this right”. He was going to paint and I was going to make some popcorn to celebrate the successful completion. So out to the kitchen I go and just as I was bending over getting the pot out of the bottom cupboard I felt something hit me. Something wet and runny! My date/Mr. Renovate/boyfriend had followed me into the kitchen and had been vigorously shaking the paint can when the lid popped off and I was now covered in terra-cotta paint from head to toe!!! We never did have our popcorn nor was the painting completed that night but we still laugh about the time I became the painted feature!