Color Blind House Paint
My father has never admitted to being color blind. But either he was color blind, or just had incredibly bad taste.
We moved from a condo when I was seven, into a house. My optimistic mother called it a fixer-upper. Daddy called it a dump. But he bought it anyway.
It was a hideous post WWII tract home. All the homes in the neighborhood were originally built with exactly the same floor plan. It had one previous owner, and had never been painted. However, it did have a master bathroom referred to as the addition and a dark room in the garage. The only advantage to the dark room was that it had a sink. Since my parents weren’t photographers, dad promptly cut a massive hole in the side to allow in light. He then piled a bunch of useless crap in it and never went in there.
Since the house was unpainted grey stucco and could have starred in a horror film, one of the first orders of business was to paint it: Baby blue, with Royal Blue trim.
Our house became an instant landmark.
