We are just about to redecorate our kitchen. It has been the same colour for fifteen years although it has been re-emulsioned about five times in aconite, daffodil, sunflower, sunshine and pure gold. All seemed the same colour to me and the farmer was able to make do with one coat because there was no noticeable difference.
Now I would rather like it in pumpkin, which doesn't seem all that different from the tuscan orange we have in our utility room but the farmer is vetoing this as it would mean two coats.
All these fancy names to supposedly make us change the colour when we decorate. I do wonder how we view colours.
Following on from yesterday's post about the way I think men and women see friendships, I think they possibly see colour differently from women too. I know there are far more men than women who are colourblind, particularly in the red/green area, but I don't think that is all there is to it.
I read an article in a magazine on the subject recently - it suggested that to a man a sweater would probably be 'blue' whereas to a woman it might be sky, pale, periwinkle, cornflower, or navy. (Also I wonder how many men could distinguish betwee French navy and navy, but I'll bet most women can.)
I have to say that where colour and decorating come in the farmer is far more concerned with colouring-cover than he is with colour. Although when we first moved in here it was rather a different story. Our rooms and quite large, very light and with high ceilings. I will always remember the day we sat on the sitting room window sill debating what colour we would have the walls. I wanted them a colour which on the shade card was at the time called Stately Home Red. At the suggestion the farmer visibly paled so I suggested that perhaps we could have it on the ceiling. There was a silence and then this little, plaintive voice said, "I like my ceilings white." Needless to say, the walls are painted in magnolia (or cream, or paper white, or lily, or any other fancy name you care to mention) and the ceiling and dado are white - after all, he's doing it.
So is this another difference between men and women? Those greeny/brown sweaters so beloved of men - I wonder what men call that colour - I personally would call it sludge.