Maybe because it’s winter, the gray walls around me have been feeling a bit drab.
I loved the aqua paint in the Madison house—two shades of perfect Martha Stewart blue, paler in the living room and darker in the bedrooms and the bathroom. I got tired of it, though, and started to tinker. I painted the main bedroom a not-quite-right shade of lavender-gray. I missed the old shade of blue-green.
When we made the move into this house, I spent weeks selecting the perfect greige. We had every room (except for the basement and the bathrooms) slathered in it.
At first, after six years of living inside a Tiffany box, it was all very refreshing. And now I’m kind of bored. I think that part of the problem is that none of the rooms here are anywhere near “done.” While I am certainly never really done with these things, the state of undone-ness around here—broken mini blinds dangling from the windows, boxes of uninstalled curtain rods threatening to fall on you at every turn, bathroom mirrors temporarily located on the living room floor—is a bit more than I enjoy.
So, I finally picked some curtains for the office. Orange ones. More importantly, I actually installed them. It feels a little better. And a little brighter.
We have some more painting ahead of us—the electrical work in the bathrooms is finally done, though this week we’ve slid backwards into a state of flashlight-showers because the new wall fixtures had to come back down to allow for some drywall repair. Once that torturous work is done, there will be some greenish blue in my life again.