Years spent in Provence have meant that my taste has changed… As much as I admire colour… the neutrals have taken over my world.
I have come to understand that there is nothing dull or boring about the neutral… tones, textures and patina make the quieter shades just as interesting as the colourful ones.
In Provence there is greige and then there is even more greige… every now and then I think.. ‘stop’ … ‘enough’ … but it works.
Greige… not beige and not grey… but every shade in between is a backdrop… a kind and gentle canvas where the natural beauty of Provence can shine.
There is so much colour, so much brilliance, so much heat in the landscape of Provence that I can understand how this greige has become the shade du jour.
Greige is everywhere I look in Provence… in the furniture… the hand painted armoirs and dressing tables… the painted chairs and commodes.
Greige is the paint colour… an indefinable mix of pigment that coats the walls inside and the shutters outside. Greige is the colour of the linens, old and new… the burlaps, the cottons and the silks are all dipped in those ‘fifty shades of greige.
Greige is all over the vintage books… the bindings and the paper are tinged in greige… and even fashion sometimes takes it’s cue from greige.
Our farmhouse is a mix with much greige… and I am noticing that over the years the interiors are becoming more and more neutral… that is not to say that I don’t add colour with extra textures and flowers…but without intention I am constantly simplifying… searching for neutrals.
The changes in our sitting room have made me aware of just how much I have been seduced by my surroundings… ‘Fifty shades of greige‘ are well on their way at home… it is as if the colour inside is too exhausting and too competitive with the outside world.
I am totally in love with greige… I don’t believe it’s a passing fancy… an infatuation… a mere fling… I think it is a long lasting love affair… a heartfelt passion… that will keep me intrigued for many years to come… xv