garanimals
I like the concept of garanimals when it comes to interior decorating, generally.
Why? Because any given color may be perceived by my eyes as something contrary to what it actually is, and it causes much fear.
Once, when I was in high school, I went to a week long mock government event. I packed a bunch of clothes that I could wear together and look decent. I was very diligent and organized back then.
There was a day where we all had to dress for photos. I pulled out a pair of blue pants and a shirt that had a blue stripe in it. No tie, because it was high school and summer, too. I thought I looked quite good.
Well, I got the photo back later, and my mom was upset. Very upset. "What the hell?" I didn't understand. She handed me the photo and said, "what's wrong with that picture?" I still didn't comprehend. "Those pants were a purpley-blue and the shirt was aqua."
You know what I said? "You let me pack it." But inside, I was dying.
Thankfully, when I worked at the mall, at Jeans West, they had gone to a coded system, much like the garanimals of our childhood. You could pick a shirt and vest combo that went together! And socks!
I'm always afraid whenever it comes to color. I have a zillion color palette books, and I use online tools to help me whenever I need to find colors that go together. I double-check when I'm using Photoshop for web comps that the colors are at least close, numerically, to what I think they are.
Picking colors scares the crap outta me, even with Nala around. He's partly colorblind, too, which makes for lots of fun.
I just wish I could find a tool to enter the color values for the woodwork, the furniture, and the floor to come up with a ceiling white and several reds that might work in the dining room.
The living room is going to be just as much fun! Brown couch, gray chimney breast wall, amber leaded glass... at least those colors fit into my 1920s scheme book pretty well.