I have a love / hate relationship with colour. I’m forever envious of people’s homes that are full of colour, character and are beautifully cheery. I’ve tried colour. And I can’t do it. I fully appreciate and admire brave colour palettes, but I just can’t do them. I get really uncomfortable when there are wild colours in my own space. I’ve tried to figure it out. I fought it for a long time, but I’ve learned to accept that I’m a colour-phobe and embrace it.
I do have colours other than maroon / burgundy that I appreciate [I know, I didn’t think it were possible either]. Case in point –
teal or turquoise viridian*.
I crammed them in my bike basket on Friday and cycled home. And so far, they’re not driving me crazy! They’re such a deep
turquoise viridian and I think that’s what works. Plus, they’re velvet. But don’t expect to see loads more teal all up in here. Just little punches.
I think this dark shade goes really well with the plum accents as well as some of the dainty pink here and there in our home. So what about you? Do you have an unusual colour crush? Or is there one you can’t stand? Please tell me I’m not the only one who’s this picky with colours …
My first experience interacting with another person on the internet was in roughly 1995. I was about 10 years old and I was hanging out in my friend Megan’s kitchen. Megan was allowed to go on The Internet by herself – this was a HUGE deal. She logged on and directed us straight to a chat room that she frequented. A chat room. My mind was blown. She started messaging a guy she had chatted with before, but had never met in ‘real life’. It was insane. We all chatted for a while and then the guy sent us a jpg of a rose. A ROSE YOU GUYS. OH MY GOD.
I think the most surreal thing about this weekend was having Kimberly and Maria walk into our apartment and know where everything was, be able to recite projects back to me, and know so much about our home. It was so weird but hilarious. Like I had my own really polite stalkers.