Our original plan for the kitchen was to keep everything expensive (or labor-intensive) as neutral as possible, and then have some fun with the cheaper, easy-to-swap out elements. Like the wall color! We were going to go EARTHY and BOLD and SPICY, like we were a TACO BELL CRUNCHINATOR SUPREME up in here.
It sounded good in theory, but after bringing home a variety of BIG BOLD colors and testing them out on several walls around the kitchen, they looked less like "fun pops of color" and more like "drunk uncle vomiting Skittles all over his Tommy Bahama."
(Somebody get me a job naming paint colors. I will give them super-specifically accurate names so no one will ever come home with a can of "Elderwood Green" and discover that it's more of a "Slimer From Ghostbusters.")
None of the colors were technically hideous on their own (the kids are still so mad about us not going with that orange in the middle it's probably going to end up in the dining room), but they. Did. Not. Look. Good. In this kitchen.
Especially since we went a little bigger and blacker with the chalkboard walls this time -- the bright paint colors just ended up looking garish or Halloween-y next to it
Round two of the paint tests was decidedly less FIESTA GRANDE and more Martha Stewart's Favorite Turtleneck:
We ended up going with the top right shade, which is basically a mix of every color in the floor tile.("Pashmina" by Benjamin Moore, Idda called it "Taupe-y Greenish Gray Brown" but WHATEVER.)
And although I whined the whole time that OH MY GOD, the last thing this house needs is MORE BROWNISH WALLS, it was the right call. The brighter colors will go elsewhere in the house, accent wall style, while the kitchen looks like it was painted by actual grown-ups.
That's a total optical illusion, by the way, because as soon as we finished painting we decided to decorate the soffit with a bunch of Star Wars Pancake Molds.
Yup. Sounds about right.
We'll be installing the tile backsplash this weekend and some final lighting/decorative shit is on its way, and then...well. I guess we're done? Until we get started on painting the rest of the main floor with all the giant fucking ceilings that we're going to need giant fucking extend-o rods to get to?
And speaking of giant fucking ceilings does anyone know how long it takes mylar balloons to deflate?
Asking for a friend.