So don't judge. Don't call me crazy like my husband did, when he walked in this morning after working night shift to find me 2/3 of the way finished painting the living room. Had I started painting before he left for work? Had I mentioned painting before he left for work? No and nope. Are we going to the beach tomorrow and have I packed anything, purchased any groceries, stocked the camper. That would be a yes, followed by several no's. I told you not to judge. I just can't help it.
When I do get the camper packed I will leave knowing that I love the color of my front door and love the way it looks with my new Intense White walls. That's what Benjamin Moore calls them, I call them really soft, really pale gray.
And the door, remember my 90s teal door. The one Miss Martha called Geyser Blue? I'm much happier with BMs Stratton Blue. Which, by the way, is what I wanted it to be to begin with. But last Saturday evening when I purchased paint, the only store that sold Benjamin Moore was already closed. I hit the Home Depot praying I could pick a chip that looked close to the picture that was in my mind. In my mind via a photo on my computer screen. I don't recommend using this method for paint color selection.
Martha, you know I'm all wishy-washy where you're concerned. One minute I love you the next I'm no longer your friend. This time, it was my fault, not yours. Geyser is lovely. Just not on my front door.
Same for the wall color, Vintage Kitchen, another of your lovely colors and I still love it. It is more than welcome to hang out in the kitchen and dining room, (until I change my mind). I simply needed a change. It's not you, it's me.
Here's one more before and after comparison.
I felt like if I painted the upper portion of the walls a soft neutral color, my newly painted furniture and door would look nicer. They wouldn't be competing with the wall for attention. I was right. I'm sitting here when I should be packing, loving it. Still have to add a trim board above the bead board (wallpaper). It never ends and I wouldn't have it any other way.
Now, I have a camper to pack. We're hitting the beach one last time before saying farewell to summer.