I love neutrals. My closet is filled with greys and blacks and whites and pops of color to go with them.
Invariably, when I go to Sweet Frog, I will choose vanilla yogurt with fruit on top. No matter how many times I try a different flavor with the sample cups, nothing else is quite so perfect.
After living in a house with lots of wall-color for several years, I opted to keep this one in subtle greys and whites with splashes of color in the window treatments, towels and decor.
I love it.
For the entire year we’ve lived here, I’ve had “paint the front door” scrawled on my monthly to do list; but it never got done. I’ts not a hard job. It’s not even time-consuming. The problem was, I had absolutely no idea what color to paint it. The siding and shingles of our house are tans and I live in greys. I couldn’t think of anything that would complement the tans and still be a color I liked.
Green? Goes with tan, but it’s just not me.
Navy? Works with tan, looks like me. Maybe. But I really hoped I’d find something else.
Rusty red? Looks great with the yellowish-tan siding but what’s going to happen in the summer when I plant pink flowers?
When my sister-in-law was here to visit I was telling her my predicament. She said, “Well, do you know what we painted ours?”
“No, what?” I asked eagerly.
“PURPLE? Are you serious?”
“Yes,” she said, “and it’s beautiful. I got the idea from Better Homes and Gardens.”
I was still a bit incredulous, but I didn’t doubt her. She has fabulous taste in decor.
Finally feeling a bit inspired, I headed to Lowes and picked up tons of samples in everything from mustard yellow to deep aquas along with the more traditional navys and reds. I chose the four that best complimented the siding and taped them to the glass exterior door.
I knew which one I wanted, but it felt like playing a wild card.
That night we hosted a group of people for supper and games and Amber breezed through the door. ”Are you picking colors for the door?”
“I am. You should cast a vote.”
“Oh, definitely the bright purplish one,” she said.
I was most worried about what it would like inside since we keep the door open a lot during the day to let in more light. It took me another week or two, but finally I decided, why not? It’s a pint of paint and less than two hours of time. If we’re all closing our eyes when we walk into the house a year from now because we just can’t stand it, it will be easy enough to pick a different color. I mean, it’s not like I’m painting something miserable like the ceiling!
The man who mixed my paint at the hardware store opened his eyes a bit wider and appeared to put effort into making his voice sound casual when he asked, “So, what are you painting?”
“Oh, I’m painting the front door,” I said with a great deal more confidence than I felt. ”I’m a neutrals girl and it’s time to release a little inner wild child.”
He nodded thoughtfully and asked, “Are you a good painter?” Perhaps that was supposed to be interpreted, “Have you ever picked colors before and do you have any idea what you are doing?”
It’s painted. And I love it! It’s more raspberry than purple and perfectly complements the mums potted on the front porch. It’s a happy neighbor to the yellow chevron curtains when I open the door to let in more light and so striking to look past it to the yellow and orange leaves fluttering from the trees. I can’t wait to put up a white winter wreath against it and somehow I feel sure I will love it just as much next spring and summer.
It was a happy moment when I swiped “paint the front door” off the dry erase board. Sometimes you just need a few friends to give you a vote of confidence!
Do you like picking paint colors?