Meredith Carson... Across the Pond and Back Again...

I am not a coward when it comes to color.  Our last kitchen was a brilliant shade of orange, which we loved, and we have recently painted our "new" kitchen the perfect shade of red.  Color is our friend... We are not afraid of color for the record.  My husband and I have been inspired by the new hue in our kitchen, and we are eager to cover the rest of our walls in more exciting non-neutral shades.  Our eldest daughter is also anxious to change things up in her bedroom.  Sounds lovely, doesn't it? There is one small problem.  I don't want to paint my daughter's bedroom "the color of a yellow highlighting marker" (her description).  I thought we had settled on a lovely shade of purple, after much hemming and hawing, when out of the blue, she brought up turquoise blue.  Nothing in the child's room matches turquoise blue...although it is a lovely color.  So we discussed this.  Then she suggested a color from our paint sample wheel which...

This week I have spent a good bit of time with Mitch the painter.  Mitch resembles John Jacobson (show choir choreographer extraordinaire) in manner and voice.  I am pretty sure he is constantly high on paint fumes as he becomes far too excited about ordinary topics of conversation.  Mitch also has a startlingly loud voice and has scared the crap out of me several times this week when he comes up the stairs and his flamboyant voice booms something like, "Hey!!  Do you mind if I use the slop sink in your laundry room??"   Mitch has been re-painting our basement after the flood fiasco of 2011.  The basement looks great now that it has been painted in the lovely shade of "Goodwin Court".  (Ah, I know you are just picturing it right now.)  The key to Mitch's speed and accuracy, as far as I can determine, is the horrifying death metal he plays in the background all day long.  I can only surmise that Mitch paints so furiously well due to his f...