Life is full of disappointments. For example, if you were excited thinking I actually wrote a post about Fifty Shades of Grey, the movie… well, then there’s one right there. (And, also… Seriously?)
Christian Grey intently watches.
Though I have not seen the movie, there’s a decent chance that this post will be better (hahaha… of course it will…) because it isn’t about the (not at all far fetched) 28 year old fantastically handsome billionaire sexual sociopath Christian Grey, but about the color gray. Actually, watching gray paint dry is probably better than the movie. Thus, the bar is set quite low for this post…
One evening, as I sat looking at my new curtains and thinking how awesome they are and what great taste I have, I was bothered by the whiteness of the ceiling and how my pretty crown molding just sort of faded into it. It became quite clear to me that the ceiling should be gray.
I stopped at Sherwin Williams and picked up a bunch of gray swatches. And taped them all to my ceiling. And left them there. For like 5 months.
The lesson here is never judge a color by its name. I’d paint a room Cadaver Gray if it was pretty.
I painted a spot to see how it would look.
At first, I thought it might be too dark. Then I thought no, no… I think maybe it’s too light… Aha! This must be the Goldilocks of gray ceiling colors! I felt confident I had picked a winner.
show off seasoned painters cut in freehand, but whatever. I need the tape. I’m not ashamed.
I put this project off for a long time because I knew it would be a pain in the ass. (That’s a safe bet since pretty much every project is a pain in the ass…) Of course, this one was, but in the end, it was totally wor-
Wait. What? Is this the after? Hmm. OK, well… let’s see… I guess the lighting makes a big difference. By my calculations, when the sun’s position is exactly 62.7 degrees in the sky, on an overcast day, with 36% humidity and an air quality index of 62, and when the pollen count is under 3.4, my ceiling looks quite nice. Totally what I was going for.
Disappointed? Whatever. You spent three minutes reading a blog post. It’s not like you spent a whole weekend working on an invisible project.
Life’s a bitch.