Comments on: Shabby White

By: BobMoCasanova

BobMoCasanova — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 00:05:55 +0000

Vintage Champagne Cork Board In Shabby White by CasanovasCabinet via

By: bianca a

bianca a — Mon, 24 Oct 2011 23:06:24 +0000

I think any of the pale shades would be fine for Shabby Chic.
Usually the white is distressed, but I've seen ivory as well used in this decor. When I think of Shabby Chic, I think of roses. A pale pink or a true soft pink (not hot pink or bubble-gum pink) would be fine. Pale sky blues or even soft turquoise-y colors should work. I have seen furniture distressed with a cobalt blue underneath, with a little showing through.

You might try Rachel Ashwell's books for specific colors. You could look at magazines and see if the paint colors are given. They sometimes are for make-overs, and DIY projects.

By: Joyce A

Joyce A — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 23:57:04 +0000

You might try Rachel Ashwell's books for specific colors. You could look at magazines and see if the paint colors are given. They sometimes are for make-overs, and DIY projects.

By: escargot_cult

escargot_cult — Tue, 21 Dec 2010 16:20:56 +0000

Not too shabby. White, though. Sorry… we obviously cannot be friends.

By: schliza

schliza — Sun, 07 Nov 2010 17:39:10 +0000

5 Configurations available for Toggles, Outlet Covers, Decora in Shabby Chic white,

By: bianca a

bianca a — Fri, 08 Oct 2010 01:08:24 +0000

You might try Rachel Ashwell's books for specific colors. You could look at magazines and see if the paint colors are given. They sometimes are for make-overs, and DIY projects.

By: AC_Lifestyle

AC_Lifestyle — Fri, 24 Sep 2010 13:33:08 +0000

White and Shabby: BED ROOMS

By: Joyce A

Joyce A — Wed, 08 Sep 2010 19:05:44 +0000

OK Here

For Blue- Periwinkle or Powder blue

For Pink- Medium Pink, Tea Rose or Amaranth Pink

For White- Regular White or Magnolia

(BTW these are all shades of the color!)
Hope This Helps!

By: Erin M

Erin M — Sat, 14 Aug 2010 23:26:56 +0000

Love me some TNW! This bit comes directly after the dialogue I posted last week (little long again, sorry…I can never find a good cutting point). Can’t wait to read all your guys’ stuff too!————–Chloe shot Alethea a death glare and snatched the pompoms out of her hands. Alethea gave a knowing little smirk and meandered back over to where the cheerleaders were sitting. Chloe continued glaring long after her companion had rejoined the group. This whole stupid thing had been orchestrated by Alethea. It had been Alethea who had announced, perhaps a little too enthusiastically, that the squad was holding try-outs for a couple open slots. It had been Alethea who had told Chloe she should sign up to try-out and then forced her to put her name down on the sheet—she had pointy little fingers that were very good at pinching. It had been Alethea who hadn’t let Chloe leave school that afternoon, dragged her to the gym, and now forced her to take the damn pompoms. Clearly, Alethea was sure that Chloe needed to do this.As everyone around her talked and stretched and got ready for try-outs, Chloe simply found an unoccupied spot on the wall and leaned against it, staring at the pompoms in her hands. There was something about holding pompoms that felt strangely familiar to her, but she couldn’t imagine why. She’d never liked cheerleading and she’d never participated in pep rallies or chanted along with crowds at sporting events. She had never felt the desire to jump around in front of an audience or wear a skimpy little cheerleading outfit. Hadn’t she?It came all at once, in a blast so strong and sudden and unexpected that it almost took Chloe’s breath away. She felt herself sucked in to this memory that she, well, couldn’t remember ever having…***In a gymnasium. A high school, perhaps a middle school, but most certainly one of those places that’s far too large for someone who’s only five. Six? Maybe four. The small cotton cheerleading costume feels too big, but the skirt is of the kind that’s fun to twirl in. Which is what Chloe was doing. Her arms spread wide, the pompoms flying out like feathers on wings, the skirt sticking straight out, a breeze hitting her legs. Her sneakers were making an obnoxious squeaking sound on the floor as she tried to spin faster. The colors in front of her eyes blended and, while she was aware of a crowd of people filling the bleachers in the gym, the faces swirled into a dizzy tie-dye. Out of the quick snatches in her peripheral vision, Chloe could see other little girls in similar costumes joining in the spinning game. The energy of being small and young did not let Chloe get sidetracked by the nausea creeping up on her. Finally, laughing, she collapsed to the floor along with her companions.It was a basketball game. Whether it was middle or high school didn’t matter, because everyone looked the same level of “old” to Chloe’s young eyes. The mass of little cheerleaders were off to the side, clear of the court and milling around at the side of a set of bleachers. From where she was lying on the cold linoleum floor, a pair of sneakers came into Chloe’s view, stopping close to her face. Chloe, still giggling, pulled herself into a sitting position and looked up at the person standing in front of her.“You ready?” The woman to whom the shoes belonged was tall—at least from Chloe’s viewpoint—with a bright smile and kind eyes and wearing a sweatshirt with a cartoon dog on it. Her face was familiar and her hair was exactly as Chloe’s was now. Chloe’s mother picked the shabby white pompoms up off the floor and reached out a hand to pull little Chloe to her feet. “You’re going to be wonderful, Butterfly.”Chloe’s dad appeared at her mother’s side and reluctantly wrapped an arm around her waist. He waved a video camera. “I’ll be taping the whole thing.”His gaze flickered over Chloe’s shoulder. Her mother’s face turned dark for just a moment, but, sensing Chloe’s eyes, the brightest snapped back quickly. Hugging the pompoms to her chest and watching her parents retreat to the bleachers, Chloe turned to see what her dad had been staring at. Standing a few feet away was a mother and daughter pair, both with dark red hair, the girl about Chloe’s age. The mother kissed the daughter for luck and hurried into the stands with the rest of the parents. The red-haired little girl scooped up her pompoms and skittered over to where Chloe stood and smiled.“Good luck, Chloe!” the girl said.Chloe returned the girl’s smile. “Good luck, Alethea!”

By: bianca a

bianca a — Sat, 14 Aug 2010 20:32:24 +0000

OK Here

For Blue- Periwinkle or Powder blue

For Pink- Medium Pink, Tea Rose or Amaranth Pink

For White- Regular White or Magnolia

(BTW these are all shades of the color!)
Hope This Helps!