So I had this idea that this new house should have a "sophisticated" study. I've never had a grown up room, so I didn't know how to go about choosing a color. At first I wanted what Valspar calls Vintage Grape. It looks like this.
It's plum delicious. They probably have an actual Plum Delicious. I wouldn't know. I don't work at Valspar.
I thought, though, that asking Chris to commit one room of our house to purple was quite the commitment. We didn't say anything about wall color selection in our marriage vows. What if he didn't want to spend time with me in the Purple Rain Room? None of it made any sense.
So I thought I should find something more neutral to both of us that firmly states We Like to be in The Study Together. I thought this blue would do that nicely.
It's regal and sophisticated and says We Drink Coffee at Night While Listening to NPR and Playing Yahtzee.
Then somewhere in there I drank 16 cups of coffee and dropped acid and started living under a bridge and realized that I wanted something with more personality like Crazy Ass Blue. I picked varying shades of such and showed them to Chris, hoping he wouldn't call my bluff. Why didn't he call my bluff? Rather than Holding Hands and Chatting Quietly After the Kids Go to Bed Blue, we ended up with:
It's technically Mineral Blue, but the more common name is Ode to Blue Man Group because it looks like they came in here and did their show and wiped their heads all over our walls. I hate this color. I hate looking at it. It's stifling and I think it's killing me. I'm NOT being dramatic. The walls are closing in on me as I write this because they know of my intense hatred for this color. This color is neither quiet nor sophisticated. It is loud and brash and yells I'M SITTING! IN THE BLUE ROOM! AND! I'M! SITTING!
Half way through the painting of the room -- room torn up, walls in various stages of new paint/old paint -- I finally broke down during the middle of the work day and told Chris I hated the room. I hated the color, I hated the mood of the blue, I hated the primary colorness of it, I hated its blatant stupidity.
Chris (irritated by my madness): "Why are you telling me this NOW?"
Me (giddy at the release of confession): "I thought you would hate it enough, too, that you would be glad and we could get another color. I made a mistake!"
Chris (my confession wasn't as comforting as I thought it would be): "We've already spent $70 on paint and you want to start ALL OVER?"
Me (sensing this is not going to end in a new color): "Yes?"
We're going to have an open house soon sometime within the three years if I ever get motivated enough to clean to Invited Guests Level of Clean. At that time we'll be conducting exit interviews on the mood and feeling of being in the Very, Very Blue room. There will be a poll as to the color it should be painted next June during summer vacation.