You know how, when you move into a place, you immediately notice all of those things that define the decorating taste of the former resident? (in this case: hideous) Then, after some time passes, and you haven't gotten around to changing things, you stop noticing how frightening your place looks?
We have lived with these lightswitch plates for two years. TWO YEARS.
Easiest thing in the world to fix. Cheap, too. But somehow we just stopped noticing the criminal awfulness of them. Then, since there was some rare and glorious free time at the end of Winter Break, Chad did a quick count, ran out to Home Depot, and coughed up the 59 cents or whatever per plate to de-gaudify our entire house. Ahhh. White plastic really is a beautiful thing.
There was a bit more free time to spare after all of that, so I painted the living room. And I discovered that white plastic pales in comparison to Tangerine Dream. Yes, this is the exact same color that we used in the old house. We loved it there, and we love it here.
Trevi helped me rehang the masks, and he decided to add a few of his own creations to the collection. The best part about the three new masks is that you can put them on and dance around to ABBA. Which is what we did to celebrate the orangeness of it all.
The off-white half of our kitchen has been staring enviously at the purple half since last March. So, after washing the Tangerine Dream off the roller and brush, I went green.
I think green can go horribly wrong, but this shade makes me very happy. I painted my little heart out until it got really, really late, forcing me to abandon ship mid-wall. Then, it was suddenly Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday and all that.
The can sits on the counter, waiting patiently for my return.
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ok, seriously, we JUST painted sojo's room the exact same color green. and i could just sit and stare at the wall i love it so much. we are definitely on the same page with groovy house colors. :)
You girls are too much with the same groovy colors.
I remember moving into our first house in Tucson and hating the kitchen colors, but decideing we could just change it. Five years later we moved, leaving the new owners with the same gaudy orange floral wallpaper and bright orange curtains. I wonder if 22 years later if they have changed it.
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