The time has come, I said, to paint our living room.
To be accurate, I said that more than a year ago.
I can't believe how long it has taken to choose a paint colour, rethink it, overthink it, discuss it with everyone I know, pass it by Fis, and finally make a final, final decision. Only to find out -- of course -- that that colour has been discontinued. Or at least renamed.
So, back to the paint samples I went.
I chose another final colour. I entered it into one of those colour-match applications that let you see what it would look like in your own home, with your existing stuff. And it looked terrible. So I chose one shade lighter, a pretty silvery-grey, that was still warm enough to go with the gold sofa, the deep-red chairs, and the dark-grey cushions and throw.
Just to be sure, I painted a test-strip along the trim - window, baseboard, and crown moulding. I wanted more of a contrast than the cream/white combo that was there when we moved in, and at first, I wasn't seeing it. After a few hours of drying, it looked better. "Try another coat," said Chris. So I did.
And it's calming, you know, sitting there, knitting. Watching paint dry, hoping and wishing that it will be a little darker, a little different. And waiting.
The verdict: I love, love, love it in my dining room. Huh. I guess it's lighter and brighter in there, but I was happy with the cream for now. But in the living room, nope. So my living room has a stripe of rather odd, light grey (that can mostly be hidden by the curtains -- I was thinking, just a little)... I'm going to have to pick a slightly deeper-but-not-too-dark grey, and hope for the best.
Back to the paint store I go.