Chinatown Orange

Holly is a lot more particular about color that I am. I am fine with finding some Opp's paint and mixing it until I see what I like. I am totally the Steward of color...and not porn. I know color when I see it. Holly, on the other hand, really likes to look at the difference in color.

So we were at Walmart and I told her to pick up a can of spray paint, which was only $1.21. She did, but really didn't like the color. It was too orange. I agree.

We went to Home Depot a couple days later and she found the perfect color. Prior, I asked if I could just wonder and she said it was ok. I really didn't want to have to go over the variations of different colors so I went to look at sinks and all the great improvements they are making in the sink industry.

When I came back, Holly did find the right color. She had the base paint of her choice and gave it to the paint mixing man. I had a feeling there might be a problem since the paint mixing mad was only making minimum wage and really didn't care if she had the right color.

As we were heading towards the checkout, Holly asked if the color was what she wanted. I paid no attention and just wanted to get home. As it turned out, the guy did totally get color wrong. It was Chinatown Orange and not Burnt Sienna.