I’m in a grey grump. Yes, like everybody else with any sense, I want a grey living room, preferably at some point before it becomes terribly passe. And the clock is ticking, yo! But no matter what sort of grey I choose it just looks wrong on the actual wall. And my living room is looking like the hull of the Ark Royal after an intense welding session.
Colours that look like a white in my sunny kitchen come out like lead in my north-facing living room. Smart, subtle greys become bizarre blues that make your fillings ring just looking at them. These pictures don’t do justice to the full grey grimness, believe.
I’ve lost track of what all these colours are – the pale blue is Little Greene’s Gauze, there’s Wickes’ Putty in there, and Farrow & Ball’s Hardwick White, if you please. They’re all dark enough to make it feel like I’m watching TV inside a big tin bucket. Time to rethink – the grey with yellow and pink accents idea I was delighting over in summer doesn’t seem so pleasing now it’s raining all the time. Maybe the previous owner’s coat of Andrex Peach wasn’t such a random colour choice after all.