Painting Lisa's

We painted at Lisa's last night. We took down plaid 1980's wallpaper first. No, wait, first we poured a chilled glass of wine. Then we began the demolition.

We had to move all the furniture to the center of the room and look for the long-missing hamster while we went. We never found him. Thankfully.
Lisa has a true and remarkable gift. Her gift is like perfect pitch, only with color rather than music. It's this uncanny ability to chose the exact same
identical
Perfectly matched
color every time she goes to the paint store. Never mind that the brand is different, or the name is changed. You can paint any wall in her home from any one of a variety of cans and find the color match flawless.

She was telling me last night that she has decided to name this particular color "calm." This works for me.
I don't know how she does it. I can't get a good color match even when I chose the very same brand and color name.
Who know that demolition and painting could be so much fun? I suppose it's because I could walk away and leave the mess in her basement!