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I enjoy simple things: solitude, cheap sheet cake, and sunlight. I also believe that white is, in fact, a color. Bring me fresh flowers and we can be friends.

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March 24, 2011

A Happy Grey

One thing my parents have taught me is how great an impact a coat of fresh paint can make in a room.  The day I got the keys to my apartment, my parents rushed in while I was at work and slapped on a fresh coat of paint on the walls. Not giving the color much thought, they used some leftover beige colored paint from our house in Jersey. As I am not quick to make commitments to pretty much anything, the beige stayed for a good 7 months, until I realized how much I hated the color. It worked well in our home in Jersey, but here, in an old apartment, the walls just looked straight up dirty. Once I realized I hated the color, the dirtier the walls began to look day after day, until I took the initiative to do something about it.

I tried to get a picture of the color before, but this is the best I could do
{beige walls}

I love cleanliness, and was inspired by images of homes with crisp greys and whites with pops of bold color. 

I didn't want to go too dark, since my apartment is a studio and essentially all one space. I originally invisioned a silvery grey that would really only show as grey when next to white. I spent some time at Benjamin Moore one Saturday and decided on this color:

Although the color was soothing, it was still basically white. I slept on the color for a few days (I had only painted one wall with the sample can of paint) and then decided I didn't like it and wanted something that looked like more of a color, and not a hazy white.

Unsatisfied with the color selections at Benjamin Moore, I went to Home Depot and came home with two Behr paint and primer samples.

{test swatches in the evening} 

{test swatches in the daylight}

I didn't want to make the same mistake again, so I decided to go with the darker grey, even though I was kind of nervous about it.


It took me two days, and then some help from my dad to unmount my TV and take down my curtain rods, but in the end, the hard work paid off. The apartment looks like a new place and it looks so "fresh" compared to the old beige.

 {next to my bed}

{hand painted tiles my parents brought back from their trip to Iran} 

{chandelier over my vanity}

I can't wait to see the contrast of new dark wood floors and crisp white molding with the grey walls. This weekend I plan on getting white frames for all my artwork and pictures I want to collage behind my kitchen table.