Painting walls in one’s home is big news these days. Be brave, brighten your rooms with color, color, color.
Well, now, I’ve been coloring-up my rooms for years and years. Not just one overall color throughout. But each room was given a personality. Walls dedicated to the person living in each space. Roberto danced in Florescent Green. Brad played Legos in Light Grey. Liz had friends spend the night in Orangesicle Orange. Rudy and I chilled in Olive Green. The living room, a light turquoise blue, matching a very small teapot, wrapped anyone sitting there with comfort. And the kitchen felt happy, alive in Buttercup Yellow.
Everywhere I looked the color spoke to me. Reminded me of milestones, friendships, hardships, laughter, serenity, and so much more. Life happened amongst those walls.
I loved the color. Until I was over it.
So, I decided to paint every room in my house white.
Not a new concept, I know. I see those walls in buildings, in magazines, on TV.
White. White. White.
And I love it.
I’ve been coating the walls with Crystal Cut white. Soothing. Relaxing. Vibrant.
And the stories live on. Nothing has changed. Color still makes its claim. Among the white it speaks quietly or loudly, depending on its mood.