Paint color can be such a finicky thing.
When Tom and I first got married, we lived in a white walled apartment that had a beautiful view and a funky smell. It was decorated in our mismatched decor – his: black leather, glass and chrome; mine: overstuffed, khaki and covered in cat pee if we are being honest. We didn’t really care what the apartment looked like because we were in LURVE, but when we bought our first home we wanted to really make it ours.
We closed on that first house about a month before we had to move out of the apartment. We thought it would give us plenty of time, working nights and weekends, to rid it of the previous owners’ touches. There was the powder room that had an apple orchard scene painted on one wall, complete with molding to look like a window and half a bushel basket screwed to the wall. There was the master bedroom that was painted in three shades of purple.
Can you see the three shades? One on the walls, one on the angled part of the ceiling and one up above the arched window. This is the previous owners’ furniture, in case you were wondering.
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