Kristi, over at Addicted 2 Decor, posted on her blog yesterday about wanting so badly to paint a black room. 

I completely forgot in my commenting over there that I had done just that, only last week!  (It has been a long and foggy November.  Three weeks of flu, Granny passing, the holiday and now my mother-in-law visiting…)

Stephanie bought a foreclosure.  The day we chose the flooring and the middle level color scheme, her 18 year old son was with us.  Let’s just say he showed a bit of concern for the decisions being made, as they did not include plans for the lower level that they had decided to let him make his own.  On that day, Stephanie had a lot of choices to make, and his space was not on agenda. 

As we made our selections, I could not help but notice poor Douglas, upset about being ignored.  He had on a zip hoody in the velvetiest shade of charcoal and a long tee with black and white splatter marks.  I asked him if he would like his room to look like his cloths—and was that a mistake!  The kid went wild.  “Could I have a black wall?!?” 

Stephanie is a good mom.  She relented and we ended up choosing mid-tone gray for most of the walls, black for the largest unbroken one, white for the ceiling, trim and fireplace, and a deep gray flecked Berber carpeting for the floors.  I haven’t seen it yet, but Stephanie said it looks great.  She told me today that she got him gray striped bedding for Christmas.  (Oh dear, I hope he doesn’t read this. HA!)  As of yet, she still doesn’t know about my plans for the splatter…