Paint

I was really looking forward to choosing paint colours... until it came time to choosing the paint colour. I think I’ve already mentioned my issues with choice paralysis... so I’m not even sure why I was entertaining the idea that this would be straight forward.

The brief: a base colour we could use throughout the house (as the spaces are all pretty open and interconnected), but would also work alongside other pops of colour and texture. We wanted something light, warm, natural, not too white, not too yellow, not too grey, not too brown. Something balanced that will keep the spaces light, yet cosy. Something that will work against the black kitchen cabinets and worktop (did I mention that before?), a grey micro cement floor, and the olive green sofa we’ve already purchased... Easy!

It’s so interesting how we each see colour. Let’s take Skimming Stone by Farrow and Ball, I will see grey, Lanre will see brown. Errrmm, how are we supposed to agree on paint when our eyes work differently?! It felt like a weird throw back to the vital conversation in 2015 about whether that dress was blue or gold. Stressful.

After a few weeks of faffing around, we got serious. I enlisted the help of my sister (and my daughter who was lured by the prospect of buying pink paint for her bedroom, obviously) and we hit up enough shops to acquire paint samples to rival the number collected on our quest for black bricks - our flat has never looked busier.

Many of the samples were recommended by our fab interiors consultant, and all of them seemed ‘about right’, but she suggested that rather than painting the colour onto walls we should paint each sample onto white paper and move about our space to see how the colours looked in different lights. So we did what we were told.

The winner is.....

Nah. I’ll show you the results soon : )