Gray as an adjective is defined as “A color intermediate between black and white, as of ashes or an overcast sky.” And “dull and nondescript; without interest or character”

Regardless of this dreary description, gray is the hot color in decorating these days. Every reno project I see lately is putting a coat of putty or gunmetal on the wall. Honestly, I hate gray. Given the description above, I can’t think of anything I would rather see less on my walls. I don’t want to walk into my kitchen and think – “Wow! I feel like ashes and an overcast sky today”. This would not inspire me to cook, or eat. Same goes for bathrooms and bedrooms to a lesser degree. Dull and nondescript and without interest or character does not belong in my house. Period. When we were doing the kitchen over, people made all kinds of suggestions about the wall color – mostly neutrals. Several suggestions for gray. My husband was leaning on a beige, which is gray’s emaciated first cousin. Needless to say, bumblebee ended up being the color. When I walk into my kitchen, I smile. I want to cook. And eat. And be merry, drinking chardonnay. Sorry decorating gurus. No gray for me.