Dining room buffet

I’m learning that if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Like yesterday, when my blog was down for four hours and an ugly mess. I was convinced to move to a new updated hosting server that was supposed to make my blog zippy (ok, that’s not a tech term, but “updated” is always a good tech term) only to find that my site constantly maxes out the memory and crashes if you pushed any button on my site. So, then I had to reverse it and it just wasn’t broke to begin with so I shoulda left it alone.

Kinda like our dining room.

I need to say something nice about my dining room. At least one thing.

The chairs are comfortable….

So the Drexel Champaign buffet arrived.

I’m telling you that my dining room project is cursed, it couldn’t have just arrived smoothly. Manic texts because no one was home during the delivery, miscommunication from the delivery people that someone had to sign for it, and well, a typical married couple texting back and forth about whose fault it was for not being home (not mine!).

Then, after all was settled and the buffet was in, I came home and saw that the buffet was not white, but gray – a grayish blue. Just as the photo shows –  don’t assume (like I did) that maybe it was a little off white due to inability to white balance, because it’s not white.

Look at my photos – keeping in mind I know how to correctly white balance and color tone. This thing is legit baby boy blue.

What the heck – so I text Kate and she asks, “What color did it say it was online?”

And I tell her, “Palace Pearl from Benjamin Moore” which obviously pearl sounds like white-ish right? I do a quick Google search and see this swatch –

Here’s a better idea of how un-white it is. Smack between my pure white Sunbrella slipcover chairs from Ballard Designs.

In true Photoshop fashion, the left is what it looks like and the right is how I expected it to look.

Who knew God could refine someone through a room makeover. I’m feeling every annoyance in the book that has me begging for mercy for this to be done. Every ounce of my character and what teeny patience I have must be rationed until this project is complete.

Looks like there will be painting, but it will be not be a party.