I’m a rule follower. I always have been. I like the structure of a rule. I feel that following them has kept me out of a good deal of trouble over the course of my life. I’ve liked them, I’ve hated them (while still begrudgingly holding true to the line), and apathetic to them too. So why is it then that this “so called rule” bugs me so much?
Article ,after article, I read about the cardinal sin of painting a small space in a dark hue. “Don’t even think about it” some warn. “Turn you eye toward the barely there pigments” others instruct. To that I simply proclaim – “What the “f#!x?
Left: Keepsmilinghome.blogspot Right: No. 2 in Benjamin Moore’s Peacock Feathers and Cole and Sons Wallpaper
I’m going to go out on a limb here and say “This rule should be broken”. It should be broken frequently, and with a bold disregard to the prevailing authority. Sometimes rules simply must be cast aside as ridiculous and archaic. I’m not saying it to be a rebel, I’m simply disagreeing with the premise entirely. I’ve lived my life in small spaces. I’ve colored them dark, and light, and cozy. We humans like a cozy spot to call home, and wrapping yourself in the warmth of a rich, deep, hue really is all the to-do. Am I expected to live my life in white because I live small? I think not.
As we turn back, and enter the dark days of winter, I encourage you to embrace colors that have a little personality. Start slow if you must. The interior of a closet, a powder room, a small mud room or laundry room. Test it out if you don’t trust me yet – I won’t be offended, but be prepared to begin an affair with your bad side….and I mean that in the best possible way…of course you know that.