Color Theory, Part II
A few months back, when we finally got around to painting our Master bedroom, I mentioned in this post that it didn’t turn out so hott.
Well, I thought I should maybe show you what I meant so that I could 1) prove it, and 2) see if it’s just me.
As per usual when referencing pictures taken prior to 2015, I have some pretty poor quality visuals for you, but its going to have to do since I can’t “tuuurrrrn back tiiiime”…which would actually be super helpful at times like there where you spend time, money, and effort on something that does NOT turn out as hoped (also, you’re welcome for the song that is now stuck in your head. Point for Me! *selfhighfive).
To start, here’s what our bedroom looked like when we moved in:
So. Much. Awesome. Right?!
Oofta (shout out to my northern peeps!).
I had almost forgotten how bad it was. And frankly, as per typical quick-snap iPhone photos – this doesn’t even do it justice. Imagine the golden-yellowy color to be more of a… we… actually it was quite literally the color of newborn poo. You know, post tarry black muck, but pre-real poos. Yeah. It is exactly that color.
Also, you’re welcome for the poo reference.
And the navy blue was… well… somehow, even though the baby poo yellow didn’t translate, the blue almost did. Mostly so in the top left shot within the image. Quick – someone tell me if these are some college team colors, somewhere. Help me make sense of this!!
I just don’t get it.
I do wish I could locate the pics that this house was listed with, because although it doesn’t seem all that bad in those pictures, it really proves that there wasn’t a lot of intention with regard to these paint colors, either. It’s not as though they had some furniture pieces or bedding or curtains that they were trying to tie together. Nothing like that. I suppose I am just left wondering.
We started painting. And we aren’t ones to prime unless the colors are drastically different or there are multiple colors in a wall (stripes, texturing techniques, planets – yep. I said planets. Just you wait.).
The first thing I did was set out to touch up the trim. And quickly discovered that it was NOT white. I’m sure this isn’t unusual for most of you, but where I moved here from, everything was stark white. If it was white, it was WHITE. So I didn’t think twice when I picked up the pint of high gloss white paint to touch-up the trim around the house. Yeah… that didn’t quite work.
Oh and also, our ceiling isn’t white, either. Oddly enough, it’s not even the same color throughout. The previous owners were not smokers, but it has allowed in some spots and become this interesting variety of shades of white and ivory.
Upon discovering the fun variety of whites in the room, I had a “screw it” moment and decided to just go for it on the walls. I could just com back and touch up the trim and paint the ceiling later – it’s not the best way to paint, but it certainly wasn’t going to ruin anything in the long run. Why not. Let’s just get this mess DONE already!
So I went to down. Painted along the trim with a brush, first. Then along the ceiling (where I’d decided that the baby poo yellow was bad enough to just paint over… even if it wasn’t a straight line… and it was the right call. Even though there’s not a straight line, having that awful color covered made a WORLD of difference in the end result!). Then we filled it all in, which is basically like coloring inside the lines (one successful thing you learned in kindergarten and can still apply. Yess!).
And the more we filed it in, the more it felt like we were painting our room white.
But we kept going, because I was convinced that it was just a much lighter color than the baby poo yellow and navy blue inset wall. And once it was all covered, we’d have a room covered in Benjamin Moore’s Revere Pewter (color matched with Valspar, because I’m cheap like that) and it would be glorious.
Afterall… look at all of these Pinterest examples of the absolutely perfect color choice we had made:
Right?! See how warm and perfectly neutral and spot-on-greige it is? That’s exactly what I was going for! I planned to throw in a ton of color with decor and a fun accent space, so it’d be the prefect backdrop for my vision to come to life.
Just oooonnne small problem. It wasn’t happening.
The more we painted. And even after coats 2 and 3… it just did NOT appear warm.
My test “splotches” (that’s a very technical term, for those of you unaware) just didn’t truly show the color in a space that was not already painted baby poo yellow.
This is where I had my Nancy Kerrigan moment and threw my two-second “WHYYY MEEEE?!” hissy fit.
(Sidenote: I’m team Nancy all the way. You got robbed, girl! ROBBED!!)
Anywho, that’s not even remotely what we actually ended up with. Unfortunately, I am at a loss as to where my “after” pictures decided to hide themselves. And since I want to give the color a fair shot and really want you to see it in all of it’s very limited glory, I will wait until daylight and take them again tomorrow. I’ll try to take them from the same angles, and with the same quick-snap iPhoto style that seems to be my thang. Only for comparison’s sake, of course. I promise.
So stay tuned in for Part III in the coming days. I’m eager to hear what you all think. But prepare yourselves… it’s cold and stark (much like Tanya Harding’s heart).
Has anyone else had some terrible paint color luck as of late? As much as I wouldn’t wish it on you, it’d be nice to know that I’m not alone in this cold, stark, almost-white room of mine… other than Studly, of course. Obvie.