All of you who saw #TheDress as blue and black, could you please come over to my house and tell me what color the paint is in my bedroom? Maybe not all of you at once. We could make a schedule. I’ll provide coffee and I have half of a pound cake in the freezer. The first eight people get pound cake. Or the first four selfish, hungry people.
The blue-and-black camp, although not as creative or stressed or other qualities that were slapped on those of us who saw white and gold by anyone with a Facebook page and two fingers, obviously can see true colors. And I am in need of those people.
Because I’m painting my bedroom and I feel like I’m being gaslighted.
While all of you and the entire rest of the civilized world were proffering an opinion on #TheDress, I was standing in the middle of my bedroom staring at the walls and wondering what was the color of #TheWall.
Lighting and photography made us question our eyesight and grip on reality in #TheDress. And in my case, made my husband tell me I “need help.” Paint is doing the same to me in my bedroom. Once again Benjamin Moore is going all chameleon on me and generally making me doubt the color wheel and science. I’ve looked at the paint chips, I’ve looked at pictures of rooms painted the same exact color, and I’ve even painted on samples in large strips all over the room. [Read more…] about Forget #TheDress. What about #TheWall?