Burgundy. Unless it's this guy, I'm just sick of it. Totally SICK OF IT.
We have four walls that are burgundy. When we bought the house, I was cool with it. My Charles had always wanted a red room, and here it was. Well, sort-of. It's like an accent wall there, there, and there kind-of thing. The rest of the walls are greige. (Fun fact, in my quest to end the burgundy, we surveyed tons of paint swatches. Charles' favorite gray ended up being the exact color we already have on the walls.) Being a fan of the greige walls should make choosing more paint easy, right? Hold on, there. Of course it wouldn't work that way.
If any of you have been following my Pinterest, you know that this is causing me some angst. My Charles was originally thinking of replacing the burgundy with brick red. That would make things richer, but my neutral-loving heart is leaning toward a slightly darker greige for those walls, something that will highlight the vaulted ceiling in the living room while still keeping it calm. It's a conundrum. A silly conundrum, but there you go.
What do you guys think? Should my wants prevail? Should my Charles get his choice, or should we choose something else entirely? Should I give up on striving to modern-up our cabin in the woods?
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