There’s been a lot of picking going on here — wall colors, wallpaper and now a piece of furniture. That’s enough to kick up analysis paralysis!
Some picking comes easy and some does not. Kitchen color — easy peasy (it’s the same color we have in the laundry room). Back hallway not so easy peasy. I picked up lots of samples. In lots of color families. The hard part is that it connects the screened porch with its neutrals, black and reds with the kitchen – mellow sage greens and blues with a dab of red.
Then there was the wallpaper. I have a vine wallpaper on one wall so it had to go with that and the sage green painted walls. Hmmm. Luckily the book with the vine paper had a “go with” selections that I liked. (This is highly unusual that I only carted one wallpaper sample book home. I have built up my biceps and ruined my nails from carting wallpaper books around.)
It’s a very mellow plaid with blues and greens and some creamy shades. Hmmm….loved it. Until I put it up.
It’s not unusual for me to paint a half of a wall and say, “it’s the wrong color.” (And yes, I have already gone out and bought another color.)
When new carpet is installed I always insist it’s the wrong one and make the installer show me the manufacturer’s numbers.
My problem with this wallpaper is that it reminded me of an old golfer’s Bermuda shorts. Do you know what I mean? I had a neighbor who was a disaster with wild plaid shorts and golf shirts that didn’t match. (Do they still wear those silly plaids? You do! Well, they look great on you…)
I’m looking at my kitchen and having these visions and wondering how I would break the news to the beloved husband. He doesn’t wallpaper so it wouldn’t affect him except to highlight how neurotic his wife is.
All that was missing from this wall was the goofy hat the old duffers wear. It didn’t look like plaid shorts in the sample book!
This happened as I was hanging it. After I removed the drop cloths and put the paintings back on the wall it, all was better.
Now I’m picking out a piece of upholstered furniture. I won’t tell you how many furniture stores we visited. Some were out of price range. Some didn’t have the quality I wanted. Just like Goldilocks, I found one that I think is just right. (Fingers crossed!)
Currently there are six fabric samples all over my family room. This is my second group of samples. The first run only gets me to the ball park. From then on, each successive trip to the store for more samples refines the selection. I’m hoping for a decision by the end of the week.
None of this matters. It will take eight weeks to get it and by then I am sure that I won’t think it’s the color I picked.
So do you get second, third and fourth thoughts after you have made a decision?