It was ecstasy, agony, and then ecstasy again.
No, I'm not talking about the roller coaster casting ride for "Fifty Shades of Grey." The one which saw TV's favorite outlaw and total hottie Charlie Hunnam in, then out, and then...well, who cares now. No, this particular bout of mania was triggered by the pleasure and pain that comes from searching and finding the perfect shade of paint. You know, that feeling.
A couple of months ago I woke up with a color epiphany. Stay with me on this.