Cool plaster walls painted gray, hardwood floors with a rich, honeyed patina and white diaphanous sheers at the four six over six, three quarter of the wall height windows. I think they may have been original to the house.
Boy, I hated that apartment. I hated it with a passion that comes from having made a bad, impulsive choice because I wanted out of cookie cutter apartment complexes and knowing it would be 12 months before I could rectify the situation. I disliked the aging landlord's son who promised but never delivered. The kitchen could only be described as character building. I do recall making shrimp stew over steamed rice there - a testament more to willpower than anything.
But I loved that cool, serene room.
Yet today, in a home I love, there is no room with gray walls. The hardwood floor - check. The plaster walls - check. But no gray paint.