Tom & Alissa

We had a scare last night while painting; Tom had painted the “bedroom” first. (I use the term loosely; it’s all one room, but an archway divides it in half.) The paint looked purpler than I remembered, but it’s a really funkycool shade and I like it. After we ate dinner (honey-lime tilapia, spinach couscous, and pearl onions in cream sauce), he started on the living room. Suddenly, the paint (exact same paint) looked very blue. What?

We finally determined that the lightbulbs were probably different colors. The one in the bedroom is significantly pinker than the one in the living room. Reddish + blueish = purplish, and that’s what we got. We weren’t sure of our hypothesis until the sun came up this morning, and in the morning light, we love it. Very East Village-y.

Tom wants to touch up the walls a bit tonight, then do the trim in a darker shade of the same blue, and then voila, we’ll be done - at least until we do the bathroom and the kitchen. The trim is no easy task, especially since it covers significant portions of the bedroom walls, but we’re seeing the light at the end of the tunnel at long last.

I’m leaving at noon today to meet up with Tom and my grandparents, who are in town for the day. We plan to give them the grand tour of all the places we rarely go (up Fifth Ave and over to Lincoln Center). It was a natural choice for them to meet me here; I work near The Most Fussed-Over Tree In The World.