Picking out the paint on our new house was an anti-climactic event. We carefully chose our colors for each room, sometimes looking over and comparing a dozen or more shades, tints, and tones of a color to get the exact look we wanted. We looked over the palette of colors like it was a menu at a fancy French restaurant. And yesterday we got the gamut of available paints from the painter.
It was a pamphlet with about 20 chips called "Whites and Almost Whites" or something like that.
So our mouths were watering for filet minon medallions with demi glace and what we got was an expired burger off the glowing Burger King menu hanging on the wall behind the pimply teenager.
All of the "colors" that this painter uses look the same in some lighting conditions. So we chose the least offensive shade of near-white we could find, and then chose one slightly lighter-looking and told the guy to paint the whole house with the first, and the molding with the second.
We'll be doing extensive repainting, using that generic sort-of-white color as a primer.
