Throughout the remodeling process, I have been decisive. I know what I like, and once I’ve made a decision I don’t look back. Perhaps that streak had to end, and it did. When it came time to choose wall colors I was paralyzed. I’ve collected dozens of color cards. I’ve held them up to my cabinets, my flooring, my counter top sample, the backsplash tile, and my favorite botanical prints. I’ve purchased quart samples (the smallest available) of seven potential choices. I’ve chosen and discarded pinks, yellows, greens, ivory and cream. I’ve solicited opinions from everyone in my household, several friends and relatives, my designer, my contractor, his assistant, his painter, and an appalling number of paint-store employees. Alex, who’s done most of the painting, has patiently put up the samples on selected walls. We’ve looked at these colors in daylight, in the evening, in a corner facing east and in the nook that will eventually contain the new range.
The whole point is to live life and be – to use all the colors in the crayon box.
Samples over the old color – lemon grass on top, bamboo shoot in the middle…
In any moment of decision, the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing.
Theodore Roosevelt
Just as I was ready to tear out my hair, the painter, Bob, referred me to a color genius, Sue, who brought it all together for me in about 15 minutes of asking the right questions and making the right suggestions. So I”m not asking for more opinions. The walls will be “lemon grass” and the back ground of the bookcase wall will be “bamboo shoot”.
What shall I do with all those hours that are no longer needed for this choice?
Barb likes the lower right and I like the upper right