Our paint choices are eclectic. Weirdness is in the eye of the beholder. Rich people are not weird, they are eccentric. In a similar vein, since we’re writers who are designated to be creative and odd, we chose our paint with an eclectic, discerning eye, as opposed to throwing whatever color struck our fancy on the walls without any consideration as to the purpose of the room or the rest of the house. We made our selection through a careful process that in no way included words like, “I want a blue office, damn it” and “I think charcoal would look nice in the kitchen because counter tops are black.”
So in the new house we decided to aim for muted sophistication instead. Because there are no corners anywhere between the great room, kitchen, and the small living room – it’s all rounded arches – we were faced with having to choose a single color for a large space. Instead of going with a bright, saturated color, we went with an understated Behr called Clear Pond.
Then yesterday, Gordon wanted to make the drive down to the house to demolish some old cabinets in the room that may end up as either gym or craft room. He wants me to have a craft room and I want him to have a gym so we are arguing over it. We arrived to the house, walked in, and looked at our splotches.
It dried to the ugliest yellow grey you’ve ever seen. Gordon looked at it and said, “I prefer battleship grey to this.”
The house is odd in that the light really varies throughout and the same color looks completely different on different walls. But all of the walls looked ugly.
So, now the walls will be this.
Yep, it’s a saturated color. Yep, there will be a lot of it. That’s us. It’s our house and we’re just not greige kind of people.