But! I am soldiering on with my WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH MY SKIN and my frozen thumb that makes typing on my phone as fun and productive as running through Jell-O to provide you, my beloved readers, with a vital update on painting my bedroom:
I have recently been persuaded by a decorator more color-savvy than I that there is no shade of dark blue on this or any other planet that will match the rich reds and golds and blacks in my rug, and that a deep gray is really my only viable option if I want dark, masculine, devastatingly handsome walls. I had time to get gray paint chips from only one store before I got sick—and we all know that the time-honored 10 Steps/ridiculous-numbers-of-stores rule applies doubly to picking paint colors, right?—so I don’t yet have the requisite 50 shades (ahem) to pick from. But I feel like I do have some viable options here, though I have a fever and freezing hands AT THE SAME TIME so what the hell do I know?
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