For too many years I've lived with all white walls. Too much moving from here to there and living in rented condos, apartments, houses, duplexes, all sharing all white walls. Now that I have my own home I want saturated colors on every wall, on every ceiling. And I'm certainly not afraid of color. My bedroom is orange walls covered in a red glaze to make a rich Chinese red. The ceiling is midnight blue. All taken from a poster I love.
A friend in her 80's stopped by to see my house before she and her husband were to move away to be closer to their children so they could keep an eye on them. She saw the bedroom and exclaimed "If only I had the nerve to paint my house this way". If not now, when? Haven't you been sensible long enough? Her new condo was taken over and painted by her daughters and daughter-in-law. Sensible pastel colors. Being sensible women they wouldn't have allowed exotic or strong-willed colors.
A few weeks ago at a local antique mall I came across a vintage plaster lamp of three owls. The sort of lamp repulsive but compelling. $9. I had to have it. My friend rolled her eyes and my husband was hoping he would accidentally drop it on the way to the car. But I knew it would be the perfect lamp for the corner of my desk. And it is. Funny thing is I purchased a magazine a few days later (Flea Market Style) and on page 19 was my lamp. The article was about "cool, ugly lamps". That about covers it.
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