by John Fischer (used by permission) www.purposedrivenlife.com
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I know now why they call it Home Depot. It’s a station you have to keep traveling to and from. This is no one’s fault but my own, and the fact that any project around the house seems to carry on a life of its own. It expands. The first time you go you get everything you think you will need which turns out to be about a third of what it will end up being. For every trip, there are two or three return trips. While I’m getting that paint, I should probably check into shutters for the window. Nice idea, but I didn’t measure the window yet so that will have to wait for another trip. Things like that.
I’m already on my second color choice for the trim in one room. I’m happy with the Champagne Flute on the walls but no one told me that the Snowy Egret on the trim, up next to the Champagne Flute, would look like it’s been swimming around in a green algae pond. So I went back to get a white that will go better with my flute only to discover there are over forty versions of white to choose from.
One thing I’ve found these guys who mix up colors in the paint department are adept in: NOT giving any advice on color coordinates. “It’s whatever you happen to like…” I understand why they do that: They don’t want to be the one to break up a marriage.
I look through all these color palettes and realize that the ones that don’t go together very well far outweigh those that do. It’s a shot in the dark unless you’ve graduated from the school of interior design with a degree in color coordination. “The only way you can really be sure is to take a quart home and paint part of a wall where you can see it at different times of the day and night and see if you like it.” Sorry, but I just don’t have time for the trial and error method.
Then I look out my window at the greens of the trees and bushes and the brown of the tree trunks and the patches of vivid pinks and purples from the impatiens in our garden and I notice how all these shades and tones blend so beautifully and naturally together, yet they didn’t do anything but exist. Someone else picked their color. It’s a color-coordinated world.
God picked us and put us all together, blending our colors until there is harmony in all our hues. Each color is unique but each fits into the full color spectrum, and just like the colors in my room, we play off of each other. And when the Master puts us together, one color makes the other one look good.
A full hour after putting every white up next to my champagne flute, I walked out with Smart White. I should have known that.
John Fischer is an author, speaker and song writer. For more of his writing,
visit www.purposedrivenlife.com
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