Picking Paint & The Unspeakable Apple Incident

We recently moved Kasia out of her nursery into her big girl bedroom. We changed the old nursery into our office and it looks great! Sadly, the same cannot be said for her big girl bedroom which (because of a very long delay in her new furniture arriving) now only consists of a double mattress in the corner of the room, a plastic bin as a makeshift dresser, a small table & chair set, and a play kitchen - all surrounded by horribly drab taupe coloured paint.

I've finally managed to convince Dino to paint citing that I cannot have my daughter sleeping in a room the colour of burlap. Convincing him to paint is about as easy as parting the red sea a) because he really hates painting and b) because of what's now known as "the unspeakable apple incident". (Why then don't I just do it myself? I once cut a ceiling in with an eyeshadow brush. Enough said?)

Before Kasia was born - we didn't know if she was going to be a girl or a boy - so we decided to go with a gender neutral nursery. For me, a good idea of a neutral colour was green. But it was not just any green I chose. It was apple green. I spent hours and days and weeks deciding on just the right colour, went out and bought the paint and anxiously awaited for Dino to paint the room. Well, when I got home from work one day he was sitting outside covered in some sort of glowing material - it looked like a glow stick had exploded all over him. He gruffly told me to go check out the nursery.

I walked into the room and was instantly blinded.

The lovely soft apple green I thought I had chosen, when painted on four walls of a small room had become a horrific shade of glowing nuclear waste green (picture Homer at the beginning of the Simpsons). Not only was it too bright for the human eye to safely look at, but the room seemed to hum as well! It was more than a little disturbing and Dino was furious with me.

Needless to say, no one in their right mind would put a baby into a room like that and poor Dino ended up repainting - but not before he made me suffer for 2 or 3 days by telling me that under no circumstances would he repaint. When my whining and crying finally got too much to bear and he ultimately gave in, I sheepishly chose a very non-threatening colour of vanilla and made myself scarce!

Three long years later and I'm finally allowed to pick paint colours again! The ban has been lifted! So for the last week and a half I've had 7 paint chips tacked to the wall and am determined to not screw it up this time. After agonizing over Forget Me Not, Salty Tear, Bird Egg Blue, Vintage Map, etc, etc. I've decided on China Blue. Final answer. I've bought the paint and now we wait. I wonder what will the outcome be???