Remember all those color chips on the counter? I finally decided that I wanted a bluish green, or more likely a greenish blue, and the color that I finally chose turned out to be "green meets blue", or, to be more precise, Behr color S 430-4.
Only I thought that was a little light. So when Bob went to Home Depot on Sunday, he picked me up a sample of "Long Meadow" aka S 430-5
I painted a sample cabinet door, admired it--tried to admire it--realized that I was going to be sad seeing my orange cabinets go. The color was . . . pretty. Pretty in a nice, innocuous "oh, don't pay any attention to me" way. I'm used to cabinets that slap me in the face in the morning. Cabinets with personality. This color was . . . nice.
I pondered it for awhile. I decided that the color was perfect with the new counters--there just wasn't enough of it. What I needed was the next shade down. So off to Home Depot on Monday to get the gallon of paint. Smart ass that I am, I showed the nice man at the paint counter the streak of paint on my arm, and said "I want this color, only one shade darker." After he got the "I'm dealing with a crazy woman" look on his face, I laughed, handed him the paint chip, and we chatted as he mixed it and I went home to start painting.
Then I took the lid off. Apparently when I handed him the chip, he thought that was the same one that Bob had used the previous day (he remembered Bob--people do), and I wanted a shade darker. In reality, the chip I handed him was the one I actually wanted. In other words, the paint at hand was two shades darker. S 430-7, "Fir"
I wanted more color, I *really* got more color. I was going to get my statement. It was dark. Really dark. Darker than it shows on the monitor. But color is what I wanted, right? Besides, I had it, and Home Depot is some 17 or 18 miles away and we had already been there four days in a row. This would be fine, really.
I painted a bit. Took a break and called my brother to chat. Mentioned that this paint was really dark, but maybe I liked it that way. Maybe I would go ahead and paint with it, and if I ended up not liking it I could always repaint it in a few months. It would be fine. Of course it would be fine.
Tuesday morning I woke up bolt upright at 5:30 a.m. saying "it's too dark!"
Bob, bless his heart, offered to drive me to Home Depot, but I just rebelled. I was over it. Didn't want to go. We stayed home, and I sorted and put away some of the stuff we had dragged out, did laundry, fixed up the small release cage and moved a couple of opossums into it to, and otherwise did stuff not connected to paint or trips to Home Depot.
Wednesday morning I had five (5!) museum programs (short ones), and we ran some other errands, and then to Home Depot where they were very nice and exchanged my paint for the one I wanted. S 430-6, "Forest Edge"
And today I spent many hours painting (and there are many hours to go) but yes, Goldilocks, this color is juuuuuust right!
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