Are your interior walls beige? What about your furniture? You couldn’t commit to that striking rusty-red color, could you. Couldn’t choose a startling black leather sofa, that’d be making a stand. It might even be Saying Something!
For the love of life, will someone take a freaking stand?
I grew up in a beige house. Taupe walls. Sandstone leather sofas. Great sky above, I remember my mother trying to choose between beige and ecru. I think I at one point I pointed weakly to the paint chip strip and indicated zinnwaldite.
“Oh, we’ve painted!” she told me once when I went to visit. I looked around, nodded knowingly at the beige walls, and said it looked good. She went on to explain how much richer and fuller the buff walls were – a decided improvement over the off-white they had been before. As far as I am concerned, those walls haven’t changed color in 25 years.
I dare you to guess what color her very expensive Audi A4 is. Go on. I double-dog-dare you!
Beige is not a color. Beige is a state of mind. Or rather, a non-state of mind.
Beige is the color of indecision. If you could use a hung jury to mark a canvas, you’d be marking it beige. You painted the siding on your house beige instead of a real colour like blue or yellow – or god forbid – red?!?
Good god, what would the neighbors think?
Let’s be honest, now.. the Audi is technically “old-man gold.” The metallic really makes it (beige) pop.