Paint it black
I am getting ready to paint my dining room black this week. Sounds simple enough. I went to the paint store and found a paint chip of what I thought was black. It was called Notre Dame. It looked pretty black to me. See for yourself here. So I purchased a gallon.
But when I started to paint my wall, it didn’t look black enough. It looked gray black, almost –no offense people at Benjamin Moore — like a dirty chalkboard.
So I did what any self-respecting goth would do. I went back to the store and asked the kind folks to put more black in my “black” paint. They tried — they put as much pure black as would fit in the can.
I went home and tried again. But it still wasn’t black enough. Meanwhile the people closest to me were becoming concerned with my obsession on the many shades of black.
I hate being wasteful, but I decided to start from scratch. I figured that if I am going to paint my dining room black, it has to be the best black I can find. So I went back to the store and looked at every available black paint chip. And I found it. The most perfect black paint ever — Black.
That’s right. I don’t need Oynx or Wet Baby Seal Back or Midnight Thunder. Just plain, old-fashioned Black.