As an artist I like having colors in my home to accent my artwork so I decided I wanted to have an "accent wall" in my livingroom. I bought a gallon of very bright orange semi gloss paint I will call "tangerine" and my husband started to paint it even though he had reservations about the color. It is a very large and prominent wall and I couldn't deny the fact that the color just wasn't working. My husband stopped painting and we stepped back from the wall to review the situation. The bright color overwhelmed the room and made it feel tiny not to mention it screamed a yellow school bus color. So much for "tangerine" as it did not resemble a fruit in any way.
We went back to Home Depot and bought a gallon of Harmonious, a soft blue color that the sales clerk selected for us (don't ask me why I let the paint department clerk pick out the color) and my husband painted over the awful looking orange. It was a vast improvement over the screaming tangerine, but it didn't go with anything in the room. By this time my husband was a little upset at himself for trying to please me and making a mess of the wall. He didn't want the wall painted in the first place. He was happy with the neutral tan colored walls and doesn't like "accent" colors but wanted to make me happy. I was upset at myself for trying to please my husband with a color choice that wasn't offensive to him (I really wanted a deep red accent wall that I saw at a neighbors house) and letting a sales clerk influence me on another color. So here we are, stuck with a color that doesn't go with the rest of the room or any other part of the house.
I am too embarrassed at this point to say the blue wall is just not the right color for our home so I talk myself into living with it comforting myself with thoughts of buying blue accent pillows and a new blue rug.
After putting my art back up on the blue wall I relaxed in one of our new matching tan recliners and stared at the blue wall. My highly trained artistic eyes scanned the room looking for a color somewhere in the room that might justify having a blue wall. The blue colors in my paintings dissappeared and my furniture and rugs did not go with the wall at all. I didn't have the heart to admit that color wasn't working so I told my husband I liked the new wall and he did a wonderful job painting it.
My husband was quiet for quite awhile and much to my relief he let me know that he did not really like the blue wall. After some discussion he kindly agreed to paint the wall one more time with another color.
In the quest to get what I want not knowing what I really wanted, I made a mess of my beautiful, harmonious home and I know now what a patient man my husband really is! So today, we are taking one more trip to Home Depot where we will both decide on a color that we can live with, happily ever after.