Renovation, restoration, colourisation
It started in the “garage” of the French village house (or rather, the “atelier” now, if you don’t mind) around the door frames-left
It crept up the stairs as a painted skirting (base) board (!?) 
I tried to paint it out-right.
On no, it wasn’t having any of that covering up lark and still glows through in a good light.
It holds out for a hero to save it post-renovation when the critical decisions are made-left
It creeps insiduously up the second staircase and lies in thick layers on the bedroom windows
It even peeps at you whilst framing the mad nutter in the attic
It overwhelms the soft, matte “Bleu lavande” we picked for the shutters which is, of course now discontinued ….HA…the story of my renovating life- see link below https://coteetcampagne.wordpress.com/2013/11/03/episode-11-double-trouble/
I like this blue in principal, but this tin of bright, brassy, treacle thick, high gloss, laced with what looks like gloopy shellac varnish and slapped on with a yardbrush seems to have crept around the house like fungus.
According to this useful chart from
http://www.letoileauxsecrets.fr/couleurs/couleurs-bleu.html , it’s French name is “Bleu Toile” , and in English “Dodger blue”.
So, if you are standing in the shop or poring over paint charts straining your brain trying to decide on critical wall and woodwork colours, you now know what this inherited one looks like everywhere.
I like colour, but I have slightly subtler, matter shades in mind for the French house and will use it sparingly and a bit differently
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Reminds me of a time many years ago in Discretely Streatley upon Thames. My husband (born in the house) and I had entirely renovated the house over a period of 8 years. Including banishing the ghastly Gendarmerie blue woodwork. His mother died and the family came to inter her ashes in the churchyard. They had not visited for many years. They wafted around as I cleared a path through the detritous of 4 little girls and juggled pans for lunch and all they could say was ‘but where is the blue’ … my mind was quite blue with imagined responses as i outwardly smiled and attempted to glide through the invasion.
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Hmmm …yes I can imagine….
Well it is true what they say, you can choose your friends but….
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