To borrow from the Princess Bride yet again…picking the perfect white paint is a lot like going against a Sicilian when death is on the line.
In fact…I’m certain I can’t choose the white paint in front of my husband, or the white paint sample on the kitchen island, or even the white paint samples lined up along the top of the bookcase as I compare them in every possible light. I think I might rather drink the damn poison!
Ok…I’m exaggerating. A little.
I’m not exaggerating when I say I have at least a hundred color chips spread out across the kitchen table. And I’ve even bought a few of sample jars of paint to make large color boards, just like they say to do on HGTV. But the perfect creamy whites from the little chips all look chalky white when spread over a large area. Will I ever find the perfect color?
When it comes to white paint, I know exactly what I want. I can see it in my head. I just can’t find that magical color anywhere else. Well…maybe in a jar of mayonaisse, but I don’t think the paint Gods can color match a jar of Hellmann’s.
Then again…that may be a field trip for tomorrow. I’ll just spread some on a sandwich and I’ll have lunch when I’m done.
They call that multi-tasking.
And speaking of multi-tasking…I’d better get back to packing boxes if I’m ever going to get this house moved.
Until the next time…I’ll be looking for that perfect shade of mayonaisse!