The paint is going up today. After my first coat of 'cutting in' I kept turning around to look at the part that was dry and it looked like pea soup. I think the pictures look like pea soup, but after my second coat it started looking okay and I think I like it. I was troubled, but I think I'm over it. Anyway, I know that at the end of the day if I had made a huge mistake and put pea soup on the walls, husband would just say something like, "It's just paint, buy a different color." So needless to say the heart palpitations have stopped, even if I have fucked up and have no sense of paint color.