I am one with color. There is little to nothing about me that could be described as beige. I realized several years ago that bright or deep rich colors make me happy. They also look the best on me, with my cool skin tones. I've become kind of known for my colors. My winter wool coat is magenta. My everyday spring coat is red. The fleece jacket I'm sporting right now is apple green. My purse is navy blue purple. I often tell people, "I'm far to colorful a character to wear bland clothing."
I think my penchant for color stems from growing up in rental housing. Off white walled rental housing. I didn't live in an "owner occupied" home until I was 28 - when I was the owner occupier. It was then, I picked up my first paint roller, and made my first paint mistake. Pale pink. I thought I was getting a pinky beige. Nope. It was pink. Pure and simple. In the living room. It's ok, though, it was the early nineties, and the pink did "work" with my teal and white striped sofa set. Sort of a Miami Beach vibe. ( I'm just sorry I don't have a picture available to insert right here.)
I've since learned the value of two trips to the paint store. The first one, to buy the sample quart. It's imperative this step of the painting the room process not be skipped. Imperative!
Now, how to marry my deeply rooted love of color, with my newfound crush on Swedish Country design. Most walls in Sweden are painted white, pale grey, or pale blue. And I do mean "pale." Which of course reflects a great deal of light, whereas my bright colors absorb the light.
I know I'm in love with apple green. And magenta, and navy blue, and purple, and red, and yellow. My studio has been painted a lovely buttery yellow for five or six years. What to do, what to do? Well, the buttery yellow fits, sort of, with my scheme...but I kinda wanted to mix it up a bit. An accent wall perchance?
I started flipping through my design magazines, looking only at the colors. And this one room hopped out at me. (literally, cause it's Kermit the Frog green. I'm not kidding.)
Now, when I laid out the room, I essentially split it in half diagonally. One corner and it's corresponding walls house my office junk, the kitty corner corner and corresponding walls house my sewing junk. Light bulb ! and not one of those CFL's that take forever to get to full brightness, but a good old fashioned wattage busting incandescant. Oh yes. I could paint the office half of the room Kermit, and leave the sewing half butter yellow!!
Or maybe the office half pale sky blue, in keeping with my scheme, or maybe Kermit, or maybe pale blue, but then again Kermit. And the debate in my head raged on for several days. I was loathe to give up my scheme. Swedish Country homes DO NOT have Kermit green walls.
Then, this image of my back yard in summer came into my head. My back yard is small, but it does have a patch of green grass and is ringed with trees and shrubs, all planted by my handsome husband and myself. And it's so calming to look at. This sea of green. Natures green.
Rules be darned !! Let anarchy reign ! Kermit, here I come !!
And now for the reveal. My almost finished office corner. Just a few more tweaks and it's open for business. I can't wait to show you around.