The other night, we were walking Ruby about a block south of the house, by the L.A. river. We looked up and realized we could see the top of our garage peeking out at us across the neighborhood. It was easy to spot, because as of last weekend it looks like this:
We’ve been slowly rejuvenating, repairing, and polishing up the house (inside and out) since we moved in last May. Painting a backyard mural has been on my mind for months, and I was finally able to cross it off the list!
First, we primed the wall and let it dry…for 4 months. (Yes, we primed in November and didn’t get around to painting until March. Life got busy!) Then I measured…
A little helper stopped by!
And one by one, the colors went on. There’s no rhyme or reason to the placement, I just tried to keep it balanced. Painting roughly the same number of triangles in each color. In the end it didn’t matter that much. You can’t go wrong when all your colors are so beautiful!
As we were finishing our walk, we passed a neighbor watering his lawn. He looked up at us, smiled, and said “Thanks for bringing some color to the neighborhood!” We’re that house now I guess, the one everyone recognizes. Not that I mind. A little color and creativity are always OK in my book. I think Ruby agrees.