So, did you read in my Martha Stewart Living magazine column that there is a brick building across the street from my apartment that casts a red glow on my walls? I decided that I would need a yellower beige for balance.
Well, guess what? The original color I chose, Eiderdown, did not work at all. The building across the street cast such a strong red through the windows that the color seemed very off and not what I had imagined. It did not create a “color cocoon” but rather a harsh glow that kept me up at night.
So, off I went to check out my other options, including Mourning Dove, Heath, Hemp, Sandpiper, Cobblestone, and Cavern. Finally, I found the winning color (check out tomorrow’s post) that looked right in the bedroom. The painters could move on.
While I leaned a valuable lesson about paint, color and light, I also save myself some money. I stopped the painters immediately, before they could move on to another room, and quickly revised my plan. This soon created a seamless neutral backdrop for my furniture.
Do you have any scary paint stories? I’d love to hear about them. Dear readers, drop me a line and share.