Saturday, October 25, 2014

I Couldn't Let It Go (White Walls)

Earlier this summer I said "Enough!" to the hard decorative pillows and got some cozy, just-have-to-put-your-head-on-them replacements and added a gigantic warm blanket to the the couch.

That built my determination to rearrange the basement to make a space for art.

Soon after that, I threw caution to the wind and erased the chalk mural from T's wall and sketched up a new one.  (Chalk is erasable after all.)

(M was her own chalk artist this time.)
 
And this week, I grabbed the bull by the horns and actually painted most of the upstairs WHITE.  White, white.  As in I actually just grabbed a can of white right off the shelf--no color mixing.  It felt kind-of brazen. 
(It's a whole new feel--like a blank slate.  And really clean.  Not a scuff to be found.)

I have been dreaming about this for a long time and even gave it a go earlier this year, but chickened out.  While I've tried to put it to rest, I just can't stop loving white rooms in catalogs and on Pinterest.
(T was sad to see the graffiti from his earlier years go.  He said that I was covering up memories.  I snapped a picture so he can always remember that he wrote with a pen on the trim behind his futon.)

I texted my sister about how I kept doubting my sanity--I mean it's like erasing the color from your house--it feels kind-of backwards.  I told her that it's like going from traditional, normal khaki to what I like to call  "modern farmhouse chic."   I also mentioned that I don't take myself very seriously.  (She agreed that I might be a little mad.;)

(Bonus to painting--gaining valuable skills, like how to take off and put on outlet covers and how to wash paint out of your pants after you brush up against a wet-paint wall.;)

Anyway, I blame all of these "makeovers" on this book.

It has ignited some sort of "just go with it and if it doesn't work out, no big deal--try again" flame.
I'm definitely a subscriber to the "It doesn't have to perfect to be beautiful" philosophy.
It's a book that may just be considered a bit dangerous in my hands. ;) 


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