my room is florescent... so what?

Last night I painted my room.

I've been dreaming of a coral-melon-orangy-pinkish painted room for awhile now — so I made a trip to the local hardware store to pick out the paint to make my dream come true. The color: Sweet Tangerine. It didn't look so promising in the can... but the dab of paint dried to match the color swatch almost perfectly... I was sold.

After the first sweep of paint was applied to the wall I hated it. Didn't know what the hell I was getting myself in to. Should I stop painting and go with my second choice – a calming light turquoise-bluish-green-aqua? That would require another trip to the hardware store, the cash for another can of paint, AND at least another day before the paint got on the walls. Not to mention, it would no longer go with the original thought out theme of my room (orangey/pink walls, black and white curtains and bedding, black and white picture frames, and light turquoise accents). So I thought I might as well continue painting thinking it would grow on me – dry darker than what it started out as – eventually being just perfect. 

We finished two walls. UGLY.

At this point I feel like I'm 14 again, painting my room florescent orangey/pink. Maybe I should just buy a whole bunch of stuffed animals to put on my bed and paint big butterflies on the walls while I'm at it? Dear God.

By the end of the evening I thought it was looking... OKAY. Tried convincing myself that once I hang my curtains and all my frames, the color will be just what I wanted. I. LIKE. IT. (maybe...?)

Then I woke up, nearly blinded by the florescent walls when I turned my light on. OH. Hate it again, imagine that. SHIT.

It's only 9:21 am now, but I think I've talked myself into finishing what I've started, getting it all set up the way my little brain thought it out to be, and see if it doesn't end up being just fine. After all, if a week or a month from now the color drives me absolutely bananas, it can always be covered up with a whole new color!