But then the painter has a question.
"Uh. . ."
"I'll be right back," he says.
I look at our currently white-verging-on-yellow walls. Why not this color, I think?
"These are samples," he says.
He shows me a small pamphlet with a dozen versions of off-white.
"Hm," I say. "I kind of like this one."
"I also have this pamphlet here."
He shows me about 40 more samples.
"I think I like the one from the first pamphlet."
"Are you sure? I also have the full color charts in the trunk. . ."
I begin to panic. I've seen those charts. Hundreds of version of white, off-white, near off-white, there-might-be-white-in-there, and pastels that verge on there-might-be-white-in-there. I take one look at the fanned samples and my vision blurs, my mind wheels, and I'm an indecisive mess.
Reinforcements, I decide.
"No, no. Let's consult with my best-beloved artist. She's great with colors."
She's also really good at figuring out when I've reached a decision.
"Well that's a warmer shade than what's on the wall now," she says, "but it highlights tones in the tiles. It'll make the room friendlier. It's a good choice."
The painter gives it a critical eye. My best-beloved is very good at painter-speak.
"The the majority has it," the painter says. "That one it will be."