I had a vision for this closet door—something soft, a little moody, and effortlessly pretty. I reached for a purple sample paint I had on hand, hoping it would be the one. But as soon as the brush hit the door, I knew it wasn’t right. I let it sit for a while, thinking it might grow on me. It didn’t. A few weeks (and one perfect paint swatch) later, I finally found the color—and now it feels just right. Calm, cozy, and completely me.
