Burgundy Be Gone

For over three years, I've been staring at the burgundy "accent walls" in our living room area and seething with suppressed rage. This last Sunday, I finally snapped, said, "Outside projects be damned," and painted my pain away. Now when we open the door, we're not assaulted by purplely-red nineties glare. Instead, we are greeted with a dark gray, calming and elegant, neutral yet masculine, with enough beige and green to help it feel warm and rich.

My art collection looks wonderful with it. This is an odd angle, but I had to compensate for the bright sun pouring in thanks to a return to standard time.

Now to get on a reading nook for the corner...

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