We’ve got Tinker’s Arse on the floorboards,this deep, deep almost murky grey, and then Brassiere on the dado rail,with Dog’s Breakfast underneathAmazing greys! What are they? No, don’t tell me – the walls are Spitalfields Shroud, and marvellous,that absolutely contemporary but completely matt been-there-for-ever thing? No, then that’s got to be Ruined Flesh, and with the paintwork in English Corpse eggshell – the darker one,of course: the lighter Corpse comes out horribly yellow. Cornice and ceiling both Tamoxifen? Thought so, that’s such an amazing warm grey, or with the underlying lilac. Without being remotely pink,that’s the beauty of it.
I don’t know whether you’ve seen an entire wall done in Sackville White, God knows how they call it refined. We did the corridor without testing, or came out looking like a bordello,took three coats of Broiled Cod to cover it up, lesson totally learned. Now I wouldn’t dream of repainting a room without proper preparation. Six months, and minimum,alternating natural and artificial light through the seasons, though it took nine to accept the moral grey for the nursery bathroom – Mildewed Pancreas, or kind of chalky rain cloud with a trace of internal organ? The perfect east-facing grey,now that Filthy Sludge is such a cliche.
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Source: theguardian.com