Huzzah! The paint was ready as promised, and I was able to pick it up. Paint is funny stuff -- you look at a gallon of yellow paint and it looks like a banana smoothie. You can't possibly imagine it looking good on a wall. Then you slap up a few coats and it dries slightly darker and flatter and you end up pretty happy with the results. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I'm tired of my wall. The big one -- the one that runs 2/3 the length of my condo. It's white. Note the same shade that every rental unit in San Francisco is painted -- the one I call "don't-get-too-comfortable beige". This is a nice white. But it's white, and it's boring and I'm tired of staring at it.
So I bought this condo recently. Nothing special, and in an area of town that can at best be described as "colourful", at worst as "crack alley". But the previous owners were nice enough to redo the terrible kitchen as part of the deal, so I had a nice gleaming food preparation area upon my taking possession.
"No job too big; no fee too big!" -- Dr. Peter Venkman, "Ghost-busters"