Remember when I said we were painting? Well, we did it. I struggled a bit with choosing a color. You know how sometimes there is a "right" choice? Then there is the choice you want to make but everyone tries to talk you out of it and deep down your afraid to make it because you know it isn't safe. Well, that's the choice I made. The color I wanted, but was afraid to choose. I chose it. And I couldn't be happier.
Here is the terrible before:
And the afters:
Yes, we re-arranged furniture. Get used to it, its my hobby.
I adore the color. We went with Gray Wolf by Benjamin Moore and had it color matched to a low-VOC paint by Olympic. I love how the white trim contrasts with the walls, I can't wait to update the bedding (still dreaming of all white) and we'd love to get a larger bed (fingers crossed for a canopy bed similar to Pottery Barn), and of course something needs to dress up the walls. Eventually real nightstands and lamps would be nice, maybe a bench or trunk at the end of the bed, and a large floor mirror. A girl can dream, right? For now, I am thankful for my cozy gray bedroom, even if it hard to photograph.
So what do you think? Do you like the risky choice?