I really needed to paint this door something other than white. And that's saying something, 'cause I really, really liked the white.
But I wanted to be brave. It was like a dare. A double dare.
I was this close to picking mint green. And then I was this close to going with aqua.
And then I was all over the place in the color wheel and I was second guessing myself, wondering who I was, reading into it--
am I having a midlife crisis? What is wrong with just plain white?
There was a lot of soul searching.
whilst curling my hair at my vanity table, it hit me:
I do love a European style. I just. . . do. And while I am soooo over the obvious, in your face, kitchsy stuff I have in the house (you don't know what you want until you've lived in a house a while. Don't you judge me),
I still like a subtle, hint of the Mediterranean. And you know what's been in the back of my mind lately?
A navy (ish) door.
You hate it already, don't you?? (voice rises, covers face, runs off like a girl).
I came straight down from the vanity table, grabbed some paint 'n a paint brush, and started slapping it on.
It was like I was being naughty. And I didn't want to get caught by the hubs until the deed was completely done and there was no turning back.
I'm going to name the door "Mary", so that I can say, "I like you, Mary. I like you a lot."
Just don't tell me if you don't like it, kay? 'Cause I'm not sure where I'll turn to in the color wheel. It could get ugly. Er.