Twenty-five years ago this week, construction began on my house. Because I was looking for every way possible at the time to cut costs, I went with standard builder’s white walls throughout.
Then almost immediately after moving in, I decided white walls were not for me and I began to repaint. I noted in my post Picking Paint Colors that I had painted all the rooms in my house an even forty times over the years.
Make that forty-one.
The men at my local Sherwin Williams don’t call me the crazy paint lady for nothing.
My living room has gone from white…to bone…to a darker bone…to a faux finish that has me wondering what I was thinking
…to a greenish blue called Seasalt that I tried to love for eight months
…to a dark mocha gray
…and now right back to white.
Yep, I have come full circle. In fact, I’ve gone back to white in four other rooms now, too. The reason is simple. The older I get, the more I crave light. I find that dark rooms feel depressing to me now. Plus I don’t see as well as I used to. White feels fresh and bright and cheerful to me. I used Alabaster White by Sherwin Williams here.
My living room is in the middle of the house and has no windows, and that isn’t going to change. Short of adding skylights (I’ve considered it) or busting out the wall between the living room and kitchen (open concept was not yet in style in 1992), I just have to work with what I’ve got. And what I’ve got is a room that even in the middle of the day is dark without the lights on.
Now it’s better.
I did leave the ceiling Seasalt from two paint jobs back. I really like it on the ceiling, especially now with the white walls. It feels like the sky.
So I am hanging up my paint brushes and have no intention of painting any more rooms in my house ever again. Forty-one times is enough. Unless I change my mind again, which I probably won’t. Maybe.