Paint and I have a long conflicted history. Kind of like Lady Mary and Cousin Crawley. Except ours doesn't end with a long kiss on a moonlit winter night.
I agonize more over paint colors than I ever did on making the decision to have children. (And I wish I were being facetious.) I research and I research and I research. I compare, I contrast, I narrow down, I categorize, and I eventually end up with a couple that I love. So I go to the paint store, Paint Guy and I converse, he brings out paint samples, we hold them up against a large white background, I decide, I waver, I hem, I haw, and then I finally throw in the towel and pick one.
And then I leave the store and immediately hate it.
This happens every single time. We've had more paint drama in our house than Edith and Mary.
However, in the end I love the color I chose. Love, love, love. So without further ado.
The Chosen One:
Our saving grace:
(But keep in mind that I don't have window treatments or wall decorations yet.)
Closet (cleaned out and organized!):
I'll be working today on window treatments and wall decorations and we'll be closer than ever!