Renovation Reality -paint

The new tile in my bathroom is a medium dark mock slate with a predominance of grey green.  There are purples, gold, terracotta, and deep grey with a  little bit of pea green here and there.  I have had a curtain with those colors plus fleshy hues for a few year.  I like it, so when I decided on the paint I did it with the curtain and tile in mind.  I looked about compared and finally settled on using the soft grey green in my living room and laundry room as the wainscot and trim color.  I put the first couple of coats on in the sunroom and the green was almost too grey.  I hadn't thought about the fact that the room is filled with a variety of bright plant greens.  When we carried the pieces into the bathroom, it was suddenly surrounded by muted colors and neutrals.  It came to life.  I sighed and said to myself. "Donna, you bought the paint and you don't really have time or money to change it out now.  Besides, when we get the other colors in place, it may tone it down."  Hmmmmmm.
I had decided some time ago that the other color would be purple: a soft grey purple with just a hint of red.  I took a scrap of my tile and the delancy green chip and found my perfect purple/grey: bastille.  I brought the chip home and looked at it with the curtain and said, "That's it."  The third color is violet wing.  In the other bathroom with the wood and glass and such, it looks white.  So I thought I'd use it for the ceiling - just a hint of purple- and a few accents.
The bastille -who knew they painted french prisons purple- went on very light purple/grey but true to latex changed quickly.  It seems it has a development cycle and within a few minutes it went through a stage very akin to heliotrope.  I was literally nauseated.  But it was time to pick up my girl and then teach.  I cleaned up a bit and walked away from my pinky purple and green bathroom a little heart sick.
Yet when I finished my afternoon classes, I went back to find that it had settled down to a greyer tone.  I thought, "I will have to accessorise well, but I can live with it."  Time is of the essence.
I finished the plaster last night and have to paint before putting the trim on, so this morning I grabbed the brushes again and put the paint on the ceiling and then on the walls.  I don't remember that color in the Bastille, but I can see Marie Antoinette dying in there, perhaps by her own hand.  Again I know it will calm down after a bit and then I can accessorise.  I've stopped for a short break as I was getting dizzy, but I'm about 80 % done with the ceiling and walls.  Part of me wants to go back and just get it done.  Part of me wants to go screaming into the garden.  Maybe that's why Marie Antoinette spent so much time in the prison gardens.  But then she wasn't a very practical girl.
AND...the bastille gave the wing a little life.