Last week, my husband and I had our house painted for the first time since buying it. We live in a 250-home community. We are fortunate that the people who have volunteered to manage things (other than "the management group" we have hired) are doing a marvelous job. When you want to paint, you are okay if you paint the original color. You must get approval if you plan to change the color. Our community was originally all pale values. There is a jarring dark grey on our path as we enter and exit. What were they thinking? Anyway, my husband approached the head of the house color committee while I was at the shop. It was a comedy of errors to me after I heard the conversation. Arthur said, "we want the original color. I think it's pink". The head of the color committee (male) concurred. What saved us is that Arthur insisted that I be the final arbiter, since my business deals with color. The head of the color committee gave Arthur the color samples so I could peruse them. The hilarious thing is that when Arthur told me about this conversation, I told him that I didn't need to see the color book, our house is Peach. That was the color it was the day we bought it when it was a model. I'm trying not to smirk!
On another note, Arthur and I celebrated our 25th anniversary with brie and champagne this afternoon. Of course, our anniversary was Wednesday, but why get so technical. Neither of us can remember the exact date until we check in a wedding photo album my Aunt Maggie did for us. During those years, I was spending the summer in Blowing Rock while Arthur remained in Vero Beach. We both have a vague idea of the date, but obviously we are more into the thought than the actual date. And cheers to another 25!