So, after two evenings of “touching up” the red walls, we finally gave up.
The color had gotten less uneven, but was still far from flat. Yesterday, our neighbors came over unexpectedly (they were drunk and wanted to show us the puppies their dogs just had) and we apologized for the messy state of the house – and explained we had been painting. One of them said, “Oh, I love the color, and it’s so antique-y.”
Is that a good thing?
I guess it’s better than, “Oh, what happened to your walls?”
In truth, the room is growing on me, and I’m beginning to like it. Antique-y and all.