I decorate my house in spurts either inspired by an idea or annoyed with some visual disharmony. When we moved into our home twenty months ago, the upstairs bedrooms were painted a putty pink, which would have worked if I had all daughters or liked washed-out Tuscan Villa style design. But I only have one girl and I trend modern and mid-century.
I started painting the room white last summer right before Baby A was born. I was imagining this sort of clean look but instead the room just looked stark. I also realized when winter came, the room would look absolutely frigid and anesthetized–like a hospital in Antarctica. Yet the thought of choosing a color for the walls paralyzed me.
In the end, I didn’t do anything. The baby arrived. The weather grew cold and were stuck with one white wall, two pink walls, and a half-primed wall.
Over Memorial Day, some friends from Chicago mentioned a line of historic colors by Benjamin Moore that they were using in their pre-war flat. That was it. I headed down to the local hardware store and settled on “Wythe Blue.” Within a week the walls were primed and painted. I stepped back to take a look.
People say that paint is an inexpensive way to transform a room. I wished I had listened sooner. The furniture looked lovely. My grandmother’s quilts popped. And all the random toys and papers and books felt unified somehow, even in the chaos of the middle of the day when everything is strewn across the floor.
Did you remember that Sunday is Father’s Day? I have a big surprise planned for my husband already, but the crafting side of me is very tempted to try one of these amazing DIY’s for him.
Oh Amanda challenged me this week as to whether I am ready to to tell me kids to “watch me” as I walk through important things in life.