Courtney Critchfield, here. I think that all of the excitement from visiting the Magnolia Market finally caught up to me, so now here I sit in my jammies marking my second sick day from work. Other than that I am proud to report that I am still alive, suffering only minor injuries as my handy husband and I continue to forge on in the quest to renovate our magnolia home. Now that we are finally entering into a season of getting to the “fun work” in our home redesign, I have come across a gruesome homeowner obstacle that I’m not sure I will be able to overcome: pickin’ a stinkin’ paint color for our house.
Just recently I went on my lunch break to a local paint shop to select some paint samples for me to test out. Call me cliché, but I’ve always dreamed of having the white home with the little black shutters. It’s every girl’s dream, right? I walk into the store, determined and on a mission to walk in and out of the store with my little quart of white paint, but then I arrive at the color swatches. Apparently there are about a million and one white paint samples you can choose from. Once I finally found a white that I liked, my eyes began to wander over to the other sides of the color spectrum and caused me to question every life decision I had ever made. I think at one point I had color swatches held in my hands ranging from yellow to purple to green to grey to burnt orange, I don’t even like burnt orange.
I’m pretty sure the paint lady that helped me thought that I was crazy as I stood there in all of my confused glory talking aloud to myself and contemplating this huge life commitment that I was about to make right there in the store. After I had nearly drained my entire lunch hour, I walked out with three paint samples in tote: “rhinestone white,” “link gray green,” and “serious gray.”
I enlisted the help of my wiener dog Susan to accompany me as I smothered my paint samples on top of my house’s existing dingy paint color. To my surprise, I thought the white was a little too bright and then I began to think about the days that I’d be spending power washing the house because it was looking dirty. So white was out. My “serious gray” turned out to dry more like a “serious purple” so I was immediately paranoid that my neighbors might think that I’m going to be the crazy neighbor lady that paints her house a ridiculous color every other year. That color was also out. My last paint sample to test was the grayish green and I actually really liked it. It was homey, nothing too dramatic and it made a killer contrast next to my white trim. I had finally done it. One day, my children would have fond memories of growing up in their “serious gray” home. I had created the dream.
Just when I thought I was going to begin the recovery process after putting myself through the emotional ringer, Kendall shows up to witness my grand life decision. The first words out of his mouth were: “I hate them all.” So here I sit today, a little battered, still with dingy painted siding and still feeling the pressure of committing. Now I realize I might sound a little over dramatic here, but I really do want to make sure that our home looks appealing to our guests and that it’s a place that they know they are always welcome. That alone is the end goal of our magnolia home. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go and consult my Pinterest boards because I apparently have no idea what I’m doing.
Our doors are open and you are always welcome…
This article of mine was featured in one of our local newspapers, the Newton Now! You can check it out online here: Paint colors beg for deep level of commitment