Sunday, July 15, 2012
50+ Shades of Grey
One would think that out of twenty-six shades one would find the right color. One would be sorely mistaken if one actually thought that. So, as it happens with home improvement projects, I ended up at Lowe's. From there I brought back twenty-two more (and different) shades of grey. Still there was something lacking. I toddled on over to Sherwin Williams and brought home yet another handful of paint chips to try to find that perfect shade. This just wasn't working (and the Sherwin Williams employee was not even the slightest bit amused with our references to the best selling vaguely literatured erotica trilogy).
Shopping for fabric with me is not a job for the weak or faint-hearted. I start with a shopping buggy (that's what we call them down here in the south - buggies - carts to those of you further north, although those of you in Great Britain probably know exactly what I am talking about). I begin by throwing everything that catches my eye into the buggy and don't think about whether or not they go together. I go on impulse. Then when the buggy gets too heavy to push or too tall to see above the tower of fabric, I go through each one and decide if it is a yes, a maybe or something I'm not completely in love with. If I don't find the right fabric I keep doing this. I only had to go through two buggies of fabric before I found the piece that was going to help me choose the right color paint. And this is it (along with a paint chip I found that brings together all the colors I like - kind of). Here's the mill for those of you that are into that kind of thing (like I am):
This fabric is going to be the valance to these three windows:
Maybe I need to run away and come home with everything is finished. Sigh. I guess I best stick around. I mean there is tile to pick out and walls to paint. Of course at this point I could just wallpaper the entire room with all the paint chips I've amassed.