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Plush Velvet Buttermilk

I've had quite literally no comments on my proposed bedroom colour scheme. Congratulations. This means you all have much more constructive things to do with your weekends than admire my DIY. I however do not share your fortune.

So it is that I must reveal to you the sad truth: things just didn't work out between me and the Plush Velvet. It started like all relationships: we were excited about the novelty of each other, delighting to catch a surprise glimpse first thing in the morning. But eventually, the flirting died down and I was faced with the grim reality: I didn't like her tones. Besides, if I painted the rest of the room she'd take an age to paint over when I was ready to move onto some place new, and I just couldn't bring myself to inflict Magnolia on anyone.

Buttermilk is my new love. Buttermilk with a trim of Natural Saffron. I think we're well-suited to each other, and my gaze hasn't wandered since. It might just be 'the one'.

(Hey I'm tired. This evening I put my bedroom back together. I just wanted to tell somebody. Forgive me.)