We lived in an apartment for our first few years of marriage and I never wanted to do the work of painting just to have to paint it back white when we moved.
We bought our house when I was about six months pregnant. Painting our bedroom was about the last thing on my mind, despite the fact that our walls were a light pink. Neither of us were crazy about pink walls.
And then Elijah was born and we haven't exactly lead a life in which decorating our house was a high priority.
A month ago, we finally picked out colors and bought paint...and procrastinated.
Soon my red wall will be complete. It's about time.
You know what this means? Our life has calmed down enough that we're making more time for things like painting. It's definitely a good thing.