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While browsing through my local home improvement store, I stopped at my favorite place…The paint section. I absolutely love to look at all of the paint sample cards and see the descriptive names of the colors. As a matter of fact, when I am choosing a new color for a room in my home, the name of that color is what makes the sale.

Luscious Moss is in my dining room. My kitchen just recently went from a deep Long John Red to a much softer and brighter Ripe Wheat. Walk down the hall into the foyer and you will experience Chesapeake Sunset. Into the living room you go and enter into Warm Muffin territory.

These names are what sold me! They put me in a place or state of mind that is a desirable and happy place to be. I often wonder, how do you go about getting the job of putting names to color? I want that job! Where do I apply?

This brings me to my even more favorite place in the home improvement store……The oops pile in the painting section. Yes, this is where I can become the master of placing adjective to hue. You see, the oops pile is the place where the store puts all of the mistake paints. These are the paints that were tinted wrong, or returned by the customer because it just wasn’t the right color. They are cheap and nameless!

On this most recent trip to the oops pile, I spotted something so lovely, that I just had to have it. I didn’t have a use for this particular gallon of misfit paint, but I sure wasn’t leaving the store without it. No way! There had to be some wall in my home that was crying out for this most joyous shade.

I thought about my upstairs hall. What a nice color to greet me as I walked out of my Sage Land and Navajo White bedroom. My loving hubby quickly nixed that idea. I came to the realization that no matter what wall I thought was calling out for this color, was a wall that my husband liked just the way it was!

My gallon of oops paint sat on the floor in my dining room, tucked under a side table I would see it every day and be reminded that it deserved to have a better home. My two kids, 5 and 7, agreed with me. The urge they had to dive into that delicious color was almost too much to bear. They wished our whole house could be drenched in the delightfulness of this mistake.
An awakening……… As I sat on my favorite rocking chair on my farmers porch on a warm spring day, I looked out into the yard and the porch area around me. Everything seemed grey. Spring was in the air, and the outside of my house looked as if it was still grasping tight to the frigid wintry days. We needed color and we needed it bad! All this time I thought my oops paint was destined to be part of my inside world, when in fact, it was most needed right there on my porch!

My collection of yard sale rocking chairs which lined the porch, all of a sudden came alive and started begging to be drenched in my thrifty treasure. Yes this was it! I knew then and there what I must do.

I smile when I see my chairs. They have all come to life and for the first time they are united in color. My misfit chairs took on my misfit paint and they will live happily ever after. It was destiny and I finally knew the reason I picked up that $5 gallon of paint.

Oh!……I almost forgot, I bet you are wondering what the color is. Well after much thought, my seven year old and I came up with the suitable name, Rockin’ Razberry. The Rockin’ comes from the fact that the color was delightfully adorning our porch rockers. Maybe it is not a name I would see on a paint sample card, but it’suitable for this wonderful enhancement to our front porch.

Sharon Marston is a Home Ambiance professional. Her articles are 100% original and reflect on her life as a Mother, and home owner. She is a leader in her business and thrives on helping others succeed.
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