I do not have the decorating gene. Not even a little bit. And my home looks like it. Jeff says it looks like we just moved in! (No comments here, Josh. You've seen it :-))
Anyway, one of Jeff's buddies in Raleigh moved into this house that has lots of color on the walls, and Jeff saw it and got the bug: it's time to do something about the interior of our house. With three boys running around, there are scuff marks, crayons, and dirty fingerprints everywhere. Our walls do seriously need some paint. And photos. And curtains. But I digress...
With the high ceilings, we are NOT painting much of it ourselves. We're both a bit clumsy, and I just don't see us on a scaffolding. Jeff's favorite painter just happens to be free this week. And we have to pick colors. For the entire first floor. To go with rugs that haven't been bought yet. By tomorrow evening.
And my non-decorator eye has to try to figure this out alone. (Well, I have Jeff, but still.) So, I repeat: Is there an interior decorator in the house?