Brent and I were getting married and we finally found the house that we wanted to make a home. It was in good condition, but we wanted to do some minor renovations to make it our own. Thankfully, my parents offered to help us out. Because of their work schedules, they could sometimes work during the day at the house, so we gave them the extra keys. Honestly, I don't know how we would have gotten it all done in time without their help.
One day upon arriving at the house after work, my mom greeted me at the door saying, "If you don't like it, we will repaint it." I had no idea what she was talking about, but after living with her for 24 years, I knew she had something up her sleeve. She led me down the hallway to our future master bedroom where my Daddy was painting the ceiling red.
I LOVED IT!
I couldn't believe it.
It's not something I would have thought of on my own, and Brent certainly didn't understand why anyone would want a red ceiling at first, but over 8 years later, I am so glad my Mama stepped out on a limb and went for it. They say red is the color of passion. Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't, but I love my red ceiling, and red comforter, and red sheets....
What a unique and memorable surprise! I painted the living room in our first house a dark red - it really made the white fireplace pop! (Stopping by from FMFparty!)
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