Thursday, June 4, 2009

Out of the blue and into the wild blue yonder


As I stared at the blank white walls of my apartment, it dawned on me that my lack of security deposit allows me a certain freedom that I am not taking advantage of. I am a firm believer in color and yet, here are my boring white walls staring back at me. This is shameful and ridiculous. The plumbers must think I'm the most boring person ever.

I swiftly decided two walls should be painted an amazing color. And a color I've not used before. Blue for calm serenity and creativity in the bedroom/office and dark Olive in the living room. Oh wait. I better wait and see what goes with my Piazza Sofa. Holding pattern. Just blue for the bedroom for today.

Done. Off to the paint store.

Holy Fuck.

Which blue is the right blue?

And here we have it, my weakness: The burden of CHOICE.

It is kind of a paradox because I am a very instinctual person. I often shop from the gut. When it comes to clothes or shoes this isn't difficult at all because I know I am not limited. However, when there is only one wall to paint blue, I freak out about it being the best blue of all time and the only way to be sure of that is to look at ALL of the the blues.

Grrrr

Wait, I know the blue I want but when it is surrounded by all the other blues it gets a little confusing. I know in this moment how tricky it must be to pick someone out of a line up. Oh, the pressure!

Ok, maybe I'll start with all the blues that are NOT the right blue. That will feel like I'm accomplishing something.

I don't want country blue or ice blue, or hampton blue, or baby blue, or true blue.
I'm really looking for maybe a robin's egg blue? or like a 1950's retro blue? Got anything like that?

Electric blue? No. Blue note? No. Bashful Blue? no.
Fairy tale Blue? Bahaman sea blue? Blue wave? Blue comfort? no. no. no. maybe.

Who comes up with these names anyway? I think I want that job.
Feelin' blue, blue balls, Prozac blue, held my breath too long blue, Alien blue, Krista's perfect blue.

Three hours later I am still muttering to myself in the paint aisle, talking myself out of the whole thing. I just can't commit.

Now I remember why my walls are still white.

3 comments:

  1. Viagra is blue. I can do it while I'm there

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  2. The burden of choice, the bain (sp?) of my life. I feel your pain!

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  3. I'm with TL. But Simpson Sky blue is also nice.

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