Black. The house was going to be painted black.
I was the sophisticated Brooklynite stormin’ the suburbs. I subscribed to Dwell. No cloud white for me.
And then we tried it. Just a patch. And then another patch. Gray black, brown black, blue black, green black.
Suddenly the future was clear: I would be the strange woman who lived in the Black House on the corner who may or may not be a witch. Children would be dared to touch our doorknob on Halloween.
Black was out.
But what to replace it with? I started hanging around the paint section of hardware stores like a groupie hoping to catch Mick Jagger’s eye. I was desperate. And then I discovered the Benjamin Moore historical color collection. I was still desperate, but finally there was a glimmer of hope.
mmmm … mick jagger ;)