In super, exciting breaking news….
….we painted the hutch in the dining room white.
I couldn’t wait until it was finished.
In my mind it was going to be an amazing project.
The whole-see-it-be-inspired-dream-about-it-think-about-it-have-to-have-it-done-asap kind of project.
The kind of project you imagine and you just know it’s going to be perfect and you can see it finished before you ever even start. I just knew I was going to walk by the dining room and see the hutch painted white and sigh and look at the white dishes against my white hutch and all that beautiful neutral against the dark walls was going to make my heart sing.
Instead I think I changed keys somewhere midway through the second verse.
Here’s the after.
I was going for calm. And soothing. And crisp. And clean.
Something neutral, but different all at the same time.
White dishes in a white hutch against that beautiful mysterious dark gray of SW Anonymous.
After the paint dried and I added the white ware, I just stood there and stared at it. It was a little overwhelming at first….all that symmetry and tone on tone.
I kind of liked it.
But then I looked at it again and kind of couldn’t decide.
So I paused and cut some fresh flowers from the yard. The crepe myrtle is just starting to bloom and I love the texture of it against the brilliant hue of the roses.
Now the flowers made me smile.
The pinks and reds and fuchias against all that white made my heart sing.
But the hutch?
Maybe it’s the chairs, I thought? So I switched the chairs around so you could see the gray stripe and the damask against the hutch.
And I stared at it and loved it.
And then not so much.
So I stared at the flowers again and pondered the situation.
Then I shook my head and rubbed my eyes and walked away to eat a bowl of Cheerios and noticed how cute my nails looked today. I stayed away for 22 minutes and then I walked back to the dining room to look at it from a fresh perspective.
Again. And again. And again.
Maybe distress it a little more to show the gray underneath?
Maybe add blue and white dishes?
Maybe another bowl of Cheerios?
Can you help a random painted furniture owner out?
If you lived in a farmhouse in the middle of no where and you had a gray hutch that became a white hutch and sat against the wall in the dining room waiting for an opinion….
…..what would you do?
Inquiring minds want to know.
If I don’t here from you….I think I’m asking Nash. 🙂