I got this phone call from Stuart, who is on the job site. “Lynn, you chose a real paint color for up here, didn’t you. It’s dark, it’s cool, it’s funky, I really like it.” Oh no, I thought, oh no. I may occasionally wax maudlin about my love of denim blue but really, I’m getting a little old to be living in some kind of Haight Street crash pad. I did that 40 years ago, thank you, and got it out of my system. Or did I? Is my attic having a flashback? I asked for photos.
I think it will be okay. It’s a country house, a grown-up’s country house. I remember seeing photos of one of Louis XIV’s hunting lodges. With its carved wood panels and all, it was clear that guy didn’t go camping, not in the Teddy Roosevelt sense. That lodge, I thought, is my idea of country living.
Sadly I don’t have Louis’ budget. But I did hope to go for some melange of earthy and elegant. I wanted grays, grayed greens and soft whites to waft one gently from the entry hall to the dining room and up the stairs to bed. Lovely and mature, like I prefer to think that I am. The hint of green would enhance the red in the beams and, against the skylights, would recall the foliage and sky of the surrounding landscape. Darkness and funk were not in the program.
So we’ll see. I went with Little Greene paint. I think this is Normandy Gray, which I chose for the shutters and for a few other rooms. I can’t wait to see it in person.