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I’ve lived in the South longer than I’ve lived anywhere.
But my New England roots? Permanently installed. Like crown molding you can paint over, but never truly remove.
And growing up, a “tunafish” sandwich—said as one word, like it’s a species—was one of my favorite things in college.
Specifically: tunafish on pumpernickel with Stateline potato chips crunched right on top. Divine. The kind of lunch that makes you feel like you have your life together, even if you’re eating it while cramming for a final and wearing sweatpants you refuse to wash because they’re “lucky.”
Since moving to Georgia in my mid-20s, I have not been able to find pumpernickel bread. What kind of southern hell is this, right?!
It’s been… a long time.
Every so often I’ll spot a dark loaf and allow myself one microscopic speck of hope—only to discover it’s not pumpernickel at all, but what people down here call “sweet bread.” Dark and chocolatey-looking, yes. But with that honey flavor that immediately ruins my dreams.
Needless to say, since roughly the year 2000, I have asked in every grocery store and deli if they carry pumpernickel.
I always get the same dead-eyed stare. Like I asked for a sprinkling of cupid feathers on a side salad.
Fast-forward to the obligatory Snowmageddon grocery run for the 0.05 inches of ice Georgia was expecting.
I’m panic-buying like a pioneer woman preparing for winter— 13.4 pounds of deli meats and cheeses so my family won’t “starve” in the next 36 hours—and I make my way to the bakery.
I’m deciding between ciabatta buns and hoagie rolls when I spot a loaf of “dark bread.”
Now, I know better than to get my hopes up. Because this is my local grocery store. As in: walking distance. As in: I go three times a week despite my feeble attempts to write everything on the chalkboard in the kitchen, photograph it, and shop FROM. THE. LIST.
Which is to say… I KNOW this grocery store.
I’ve shopped here since my kids were in diapers, back when you had to push that big unwieldy cart with the fake Flintstones car attached to the front so the munchkins could “drive” while grabbing everything off the shelves at eye-level.
They have never—not once, ever—had pumpernickel bread.
So I pick up the loaf, half-heartedly glance at the label, and prepare myself for disappointment.
And then I blink.
Then double blink.
Then I remove my glasses and hold the loaf closer to my face… even though I’m far-sighted and don’t need my glasses to read.
And plain as day—on a random Thursday, on the eve of Snowmageddon 2026—the label said:
Pumpernickel Bread.
I gasped. Looked around like I’d just found a gold bar. Got suspicious. Checked for more.
Sure enough, there was another loaf. Two fresh loaves of pumpernickel bread just sitting there like they hadn’t been haunting my life for 26 years.
Now I’m giddy. Nearly prancing around like Mary Poppins with an umbrella. And I’m trying to decide: Should I buy both loaves?
I decide to get one (because I am nothing if not occasionally reasonable) and weave my way through the doomsdayers to the canned meat aisle—(doesn’t that sound appetizing?)—where I throw a lifetime supply of tuna into my cart.
I cradle my one loaf of pumpernickel like it’s my first-born and only child and head to checkout.
How or why two fresh loaves of pumpernickel showed up in my bakery department after all these decades? I’ll never know.
But I do know this:
When you want a very specific thing—and you’ve wanted it forever—you can’t be talked into the substitute.
You don’t want “close enough.”
You don’t want “it’s basically the same.”
You don’t want sweet bread pretending to be pumpernickel.
And honestly?
That’s exactly how home works.
Most people don’t walk around saying, “My living room is missing pumpernickel.” But they feel it. Something’s off. Something’s not them. Something’s not giving what it’s supposed to give.
It’s usually not a whole renovation they need.
It’s the missing piece—the right texture, the right tone, the right “this finally feels like me” layer. And a lot of the time, that starts the same way getting dressed starts:
Fabric-first.
Because your home is what it wears.
And if it’s wearing the wrong thing, you can’t relax. Even if everything is technically “furnished”.
How to choose paint color (without the swatch spiral)
Here’s the part where people want me to whisper a single magical paint name and ride off into the sunset.
But choosing paint color is less “magic spell” and more “good detective work.” The goal isn’t to find a random pretty color. The goal is to find your pumpernickel—the shade that makes the whole room finally make sense.
So before you buy twelve samples and start bargaining with the universe, do this:
1) Decide what you want the room to feel like.
Not “white” or “blue.” I mean: cozy? crisp? moody? airy? warm? quiet? polished?
Paint is mood. Name the mood first.
2) Identify what’s not changing (aka: the truth-tellers).
Floors. Countertops. Tile. Big furniture you’re keeping. Trim color. Brick.
These are the fixed ingredients. Paint has to play nicely with them—no matter how cute it looks on Pinterest.
3) Go Fabric-First, because that’s how style works.
Pick one “anchor” you love: a rug, a pillow, a piece of art, a curtain, a throw, even your favorite outfit colors.
If you don’t start with something tangible, paint becomes the boss of the room… and paint should never be the boss of the room.
4) Choose an undertone family, not a random shade.
This is where most people accidentally buy sweet bread.
Instead of “I like this greige,” ask: is it leaning warm? cool? green? pink? yellow?
We want 2–3 options in the same undertone lane.
5) Test like a sane person.
Use sample pots or Samplize and put them on more than one wall.
Look in the morning, mid-day, and at night—because your paint color is going to live with you through all your moods and lighting situations.
6) Pick sheen with intention (it matters more than you think).
Walls, trim, ceilings, doors… they don’t all want the same finish.
The wrong sheen can make the right color look wrong (rude, but true).
7) Stop at 2–3 finalists.
If you have seven contenders, you don’t have options—you have confusion.
We’re not running an audition. We’re choosing a paint color.
If you do those steps and you still feel stuck, that’s not because you’re bad at design. It’s because paint is sneaky—and your house lighting is a liar.
If your room is “sweet bread,” here’s your next step
If you did the checklist and you’re still stuck, it’s not you—paint is sneaky and lighting is dramatic.
That’s what A Room with a Hue is for: a 90-minute paint/stain consult with exact colors + codes, sheen guidance, and a simple testing plan (sample pots or Samplize).
Ready to stop guessing? Schedule a consult here
