We moved into my dream home — a beautiful 1834 farmhouse — in March. My mom was away the first week after our move, and I decided to surprise her by painting the front entryway, hallway and stairwell before she returned. This seemed like a good idea at the time. The previous owner had painted the walls a bright, blood red color — it looked like someone had stabbed a vampire to death. Not. Mellow. Continue reading →