Since I was tagged by Fancy This&That...I will humor said blogger by participating.
1. When I am really busy or even not so busy, one of my favorite things to do is close my eyes and pretend I just got named to win an Oscar. I even pretend that my face is on the TV screen of millions of viewers at home and go through the slow motion action of delayed and stunned reaction. The only thing that brings me to life is Mr. Donaghy embracing me in a proud congratulatory love hug. My eyes widen at the realization that I have won. My lips read, "Holy shit!" for zillions to see. Meryl Streep stands up to applaud me.
And there is nothing after that.
2. I clip pictures and articles of Kate Moss. Shhh. Don't tell anyone. I have been doing this since high school. Alas, every year, I throw everything away and start fresh.
3. I have dreams that include the surprising appearance of at least six kittens. These kittens come from the ceiling, walls, vents, and just miraculously show up while I am outside doing my dream stuff.
4. I sing really loud in the car all by myself. And, yes, I DO think I am hella good...at sucking!
5. Much to the chagrin of Mr. Donaghy, my socks and undies all have holes in them. Where?, you might ask...Well, I never! That's a personal question and a personal choice of where I would like to have my holes!!!!
6. I secretly wish that I could be a vegetarian. Maybe even a vegan. It's really healthy for oneself but I am entirely too undisciplined for the endeavor.
7. I watch Practical Magic, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Funny Face, and Something's Gotta Give almost on a continuous loop. I have been doing this since I was 19 years old. The latter film since I was 26 or 27.
There you have it.
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
When Neighbors Are Jerks...The Update
Mr. Donaghy was outside watering the tree the city had planted on the sidewalk in front of our house. Water was everywhere as he was hosing down everything in sight like a little boy playing with a fire hose. Mind you, it was dark and he wanted to play. I understand.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a young man sitting on the retaining wall of the front yard of our jerky neighbors.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Did I get you?" Mr. Donaghy asked worried that he unceremoniously hosed this poor lad down.
"Naw, man, I'm okay." the young man replied.
Mr. Donaghy was now starting to wonder who this young man was and why was he sitting in the neighbor's front lawn?
"Hey, um, I live next door here...I was going to come over and talk to you guys about the tree. We didn't mean to put everything on your side of the fence but it fell that way and we didn't want to clean up your yard without you guys being at home." the young man said.
"We had our gardeners come over and clean it up." Mr. Donaghy replied on the verge of getting very angry as he remembered what a mess was in our garden not so very long ago.
"How much did they charge you? We'll pay for it. We meant to clean it up and sorry that you had to pay someone for it." the young man offered.
"It's okay. We took care of it." Mr. Donaghy said.
"Like I said, man, sorry about that." the young man repeated.
"Just next time, don't throw anything on our side of the fence, okay?" Mr. Donaghy said.
I am so relieved that although our neighbors have a problem with communication, they aren't the jerks I thought they were. And, thus, Neighbors From Hell crisis averted.
Thank God.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a young man sitting on the retaining wall of the front yard of our jerky neighbors.
"Oh, I'm sorry! Did I get you?" Mr. Donaghy asked worried that he unceremoniously hosed this poor lad down.
"Naw, man, I'm okay." the young man replied.
Mr. Donaghy was now starting to wonder who this young man was and why was he sitting in the neighbor's front lawn?
"Hey, um, I live next door here...I was going to come over and talk to you guys about the tree. We didn't mean to put everything on your side of the fence but it fell that way and we didn't want to clean up your yard without you guys being at home." the young man said.
"We had our gardeners come over and clean it up." Mr. Donaghy replied on the verge of getting very angry as he remembered what a mess was in our garden not so very long ago.
"How much did they charge you? We'll pay for it. We meant to clean it up and sorry that you had to pay someone for it." the young man offered.
"It's okay. We took care of it." Mr. Donaghy said.
"Like I said, man, sorry about that." the young man repeated.
"Just next time, don't throw anything on our side of the fence, okay?" Mr. Donaghy said.
I am so relieved that although our neighbors have a problem with communication, they aren't the jerks I thought they were. And, thus, Neighbors From Hell crisis averted.
Thank God.
Saturday, November 15, 2008
Fire
All of Los Angeles is once again ablaze.
What should have been a beautiful Saturday has been made a scary sickening day.
The air is thick with smoke and Mr. Donaghy and I are staying inside because the smoke is suffocating. Today it was 95 degrees and I can only imagine that the heat fed the fire.
As I look to the sky and see an orange haze, the only thoughts I have go to the people that have fallen prey to this fiery beast. God bless the LA County Fire Department and everyone affected by these fires.
What should have been a beautiful Saturday has been made a scary sickening day.
The air is thick with smoke and Mr. Donaghy and I are staying inside because the smoke is suffocating. Today it was 95 degrees and I can only imagine that the heat fed the fire.
As I look to the sky and see an orange haze, the only thoughts I have go to the people that have fallen prey to this fiery beast. God bless the LA County Fire Department and everyone affected by these fires.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Shout Out!
A big jolly shout out to Reuben Jack Dodd as he welcomes his little brother into the world!
Reu--you are going to make the best big brother in the whole wide world!!!
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Reu--you are going to make the best big brother in the whole wide world!!!
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Thursday, November 13, 2008
When Neighbors Are Jerks
My beautiful black walnut tree has been violated!
I woke up to go to the garden and survey the scenery. This is one of my favorite morning pastimes. To my horror, I found huge heaping tangled messes of tree branches that had been thrown over the fence into my garden. I quickly realized that the branches had come from our walnut tree.
I stood there, mouth agape, and started to shake my head.
Mr. Donaghy was thoroughly pissed off.
"That's a black walnut! Those trees are protected!" he roared. Insert litany of profanity and cursing.
Upon further research, Mr. Donaghy discovered that what the neighbors had done was totally out of line. While they are allowed to cut the tree back to the property line, they are not allowed to throw the branches and debris onto our property. However, all this becomes null and void as the tree is a black walnut and therefore, protected.
Mr. Donaghy, red from anger and fury, declared he was going to speak to the neighbors.
Oh, wait, we don't speak their language and they don't speak ours.
I pleaded with Mr. Donaghy to just let this one go. While they were wrong, we were also wrong for not taking care of the problem sooner.
But, I wonder...
1. I spoke to them a year ago and told them I would do my best.
2. Why couldn't they wait until the tree was dormant?
3. Why couldn't they come over and try to talk to tme?
4. Why did they throw everything onto our side of the yard as though it were an act of anger or rebellion?
5. Why did they have to be jerks about it?
Neighbors suck. We should just live on a farm just like Mr. Donaghy says.
I woke up to go to the garden and survey the scenery. This is one of my favorite morning pastimes. To my horror, I found huge heaping tangled messes of tree branches that had been thrown over the fence into my garden. I quickly realized that the branches had come from our walnut tree.
I stood there, mouth agape, and started to shake my head.
Mr. Donaghy was thoroughly pissed off.
"That's a black walnut! Those trees are protected!" he roared. Insert litany of profanity and cursing.
Upon further research, Mr. Donaghy discovered that what the neighbors had done was totally out of line. While they are allowed to cut the tree back to the property line, they are not allowed to throw the branches and debris onto our property. However, all this becomes null and void as the tree is a black walnut and therefore, protected.
Mr. Donaghy, red from anger and fury, declared he was going to speak to the neighbors.
Oh, wait, we don't speak their language and they don't speak ours.
I pleaded with Mr. Donaghy to just let this one go. While they were wrong, we were also wrong for not taking care of the problem sooner.
But, I wonder...
1. I spoke to them a year ago and told them I would do my best.
2. Why couldn't they wait until the tree was dormant?
3. Why couldn't they come over and try to talk to tme?
4. Why did they throw everything onto our side of the yard as though it were an act of anger or rebellion?
5. Why did they have to be jerks about it?
Neighbors suck. We should just live on a farm just like Mr. Donaghy says.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Mrs. Donaghy, The Interview Part One
Q: Hello, Mrs. Donaghy. Good afternoon. Thank you for taking the time to sit with me and answer questions about your life.
A: Sure, no problem.
Q: So, how long have you been married?
A: This coming February, it will be tree years.
Q: I'm sorry. Did you say tree years?
A: Ah, yes. Tree years.
Q: Don't you mean THREE years?
A: No, I don't.
Q: That's interesting, Mrs. Donaghy. Why do you say TREE years?
A: I say that because altho Mr. Donaghy and I will be married for THREE years, indeed, I look at those years as being a TREE.
Q: Is that so? Elaborate for me, please.
A: Sure. When you get married, the both of you are pliable like a little sapling. But, as the years go by, things happen to one person and then the other and then both at the same time. So, the both of you start to form a crusty barky exterior so that you can protect your two person union from the elements. If the marriage is good, each layer will grow on top of the other forming rings around the both of you and the inside can stay soft and healthy. Do you get what I mean?
Q: Partly. Could you explain further?
A: Sorry, no I can't. It's a little too abstract for me to understand at times.
Q: Tell me, Mrs. Donaghy, how did you and Mr. Donaghy meet?
A: We actually met in my kitchen. I was coming home from San Francisco where I was a bridesmaid at my friend's wedding. I got home somewhat late in the evening and had to go to work the next day so I was rushing into the house. My brother, while I was gone, said he found a Canadian that needed a place to stay and offered our guest bedroom to him.
Q: So, your brother knew him?
A: Yes, they met through mutual friends in the hot rod circuit.
Q: Continue...
A: Yes, well, so I came home and Mike greeted me in the living room to tell me that our new boarder was here in the kitchen. So, I reluctantly went to the kitchen to meet him.
Q: Can you recall what you thought the first time you saw him?
A: I thought he was really quiet. He didn't say that much.
Q: Was there an instant attraction?
A: Oh, yes. We both became very shy and did not want to speak to each other. Actually, we did not speak to each other or make that much eye contact that whole evening. I even fled to my bedroom under the pretense that I was getting ready for work the following day.
To Be Continued....
A: Sure, no problem.
Q: So, how long have you been married?
A: This coming February, it will be tree years.
Q: I'm sorry. Did you say tree years?
A: Ah, yes. Tree years.
Q: Don't you mean THREE years?
A: No, I don't.
Q: That's interesting, Mrs. Donaghy. Why do you say TREE years?
A: I say that because altho Mr. Donaghy and I will be married for THREE years, indeed, I look at those years as being a TREE.
Q: Is that so? Elaborate for me, please.
A: Sure. When you get married, the both of you are pliable like a little sapling. But, as the years go by, things happen to one person and then the other and then both at the same time. So, the both of you start to form a crusty barky exterior so that you can protect your two person union from the elements. If the marriage is good, each layer will grow on top of the other forming rings around the both of you and the inside can stay soft and healthy. Do you get what I mean?
Q: Partly. Could you explain further?
A: Sorry, no I can't. It's a little too abstract for me to understand at times.
Q: Tell me, Mrs. Donaghy, how did you and Mr. Donaghy meet?
A: We actually met in my kitchen. I was coming home from San Francisco where I was a bridesmaid at my friend's wedding. I got home somewhat late in the evening and had to go to work the next day so I was rushing into the house. My brother, while I was gone, said he found a Canadian that needed a place to stay and offered our guest bedroom to him.
Q: So, your brother knew him?
A: Yes, they met through mutual friends in the hot rod circuit.
Q: Continue...
A: Yes, well, so I came home and Mike greeted me in the living room to tell me that our new boarder was here in the kitchen. So, I reluctantly went to the kitchen to meet him.
Q: Can you recall what you thought the first time you saw him?
A: I thought he was really quiet. He didn't say that much.
Q: Was there an instant attraction?
A: Oh, yes. We both became very shy and did not want to speak to each other. Actually, we did not speak to each other or make that much eye contact that whole evening. I even fled to my bedroom under the pretense that I was getting ready for work the following day.
To Be Continued....
Patio Please?
Gravel
Brick
Flagstone
Slate
Broken Concrete
Poured Concrete
Pea Gravel
Concrete Pavers
Grass
Mondo Grass
Moss
Wood Decking
What do I pick?
What would be cost effective?
What would be good for my back?
What would work so that Mr. Donaghy and I stay married to each other?
Oh Boy.
Brick
Flagstone
Slate
Broken Concrete
Poured Concrete
Pea Gravel
Concrete Pavers
Grass
Mondo Grass
Moss
Wood Decking
What do I pick?
What would be cost effective?
What would be good for my back?
What would work so that Mr. Donaghy and I stay married to each other?
Oh Boy.
Something's Gotta Give
If I ever seek inspiration for what I want a house or room to look like, I always pop in this movie. The interiors are great and the story of the film is just an added bonus.
I wish I could look at all the rooms in my house with a diffused light. Everything would look so much better...
I wish I could look at all the rooms in my house with a diffused light. Everything would look so much better...
Guest Bedroom
Wouldn't it be great to have a guest bedroom that looked like this? It's not everyone's aesthetic but I figure if you are going to have a room for nothing other than guests, why not make it the room you couldn't live in because it's so much? Hopefully, the guest will notice they are not in some boring place and will thank you for making the room so different. Or they will curse you because they can't sleep in such a kinetic room.
Stencils vs. Wallpaper
I dare say that I am not the type of person who could commit to wallpaper. I rather like the idea that $80 worth of paint could change the whole room and not involve any steaming, tearing, chiseling, cursing, or producing tons of garbage.
When I was five years old, my parents bought their first house. We moved from a relatively large apartment in San Francisco to a tiny quaint two bedroom one bath house in Pacifica. The first decorating project I remember was the wallpaper my parents installed in the living room.
I quite liked the wallpaper. It was off white with gray bamboo all over.
So pretty. So demure. So zen.
The installation was not so pretty, not so demure, and certainly not zen whatsoever.
What I didn't like was the constant barrage of cursing emitted from BOTH my parents. My mother never swore and to hear her hiss "sh*t" and "god damn" and other things in Chinese (her mother tongue) was particularly worrisome. My father simply bellowed "SOB" and "F*@!" like a good old American.
The atmosphere was tense. At times I did not believe the wallpaper would even make it on the wall. I even thought this wallpaper could make my parents get a divorce.
Eventually, the wallpaper made it on the wall and my parents stayed married. In the end, it was great. After a while, I forgot how difficult the whole situation was and I believed that wallpaper was a good idea.
And then...
I spent a winter in England visiting my best friend Jenny (best friend since kindergarten thank you very much) and happily agreed to assist in whatever DIY project they were tackling at the moment. That larky happiness quickly turned to snarky snappiness when halfway through wallpaper removal I was thigh deep in sticky residue and no sign of progress was in sight. No, they did not leave me a solo act in this endeavor. There were three of us working on it!! The only thing that got me through it was knowing that it wasn't my home and ultimately, I would not have to live with the results.
I vowed then and there that I would never never never hang wallpaper in any house of mine.
Until....
I spotted this one particular wallpaper. I friggin' love this wallpaper! I love it so much I might consider forgoing my deep rooted convictions about wallpaper.
It's called Cordoba from a company called Zoffany. I really like all the colors it comes in. I would buy a roll just to cut it up and frame it. Or wrap presents in it. Or make a dress out of it. Or anything. I would do anything my little heart desires with this wallpaper.
What could I do to make a wall interesting without committing to wallpaper? How about a stencil, I thought.
Maybe. It's a lot of work yet much better than wallpaper! Still holding out for Cordoba, though!
When I was five years old, my parents bought their first house. We moved from a relatively large apartment in San Francisco to a tiny quaint two bedroom one bath house in Pacifica. The first decorating project I remember was the wallpaper my parents installed in the living room.
I quite liked the wallpaper. It was off white with gray bamboo all over.
So pretty. So demure. So zen.
The installation was not so pretty, not so demure, and certainly not zen whatsoever.
What I didn't like was the constant barrage of cursing emitted from BOTH my parents. My mother never swore and to hear her hiss "sh*t" and "god damn" and other things in Chinese (her mother tongue) was particularly worrisome. My father simply bellowed "SOB" and "F*@!" like a good old American.
The atmosphere was tense. At times I did not believe the wallpaper would even make it on the wall. I even thought this wallpaper could make my parents get a divorce.
Eventually, the wallpaper made it on the wall and my parents stayed married. In the end, it was great. After a while, I forgot how difficult the whole situation was and I believed that wallpaper was a good idea.
And then...
I spent a winter in England visiting my best friend Jenny (best friend since kindergarten thank you very much) and happily agreed to assist in whatever DIY project they were tackling at the moment. That larky happiness quickly turned to snarky snappiness when halfway through wallpaper removal I was thigh deep in sticky residue and no sign of progress was in sight. No, they did not leave me a solo act in this endeavor. There were three of us working on it!! The only thing that got me through it was knowing that it wasn't my home and ultimately, I would not have to live with the results.
I vowed then and there that I would never never never hang wallpaper in any house of mine.
Until....
I spotted this one particular wallpaper. I friggin' love this wallpaper! I love it so much I might consider forgoing my deep rooted convictions about wallpaper.
It's called Cordoba from a company called Zoffany. I really like all the colors it comes in. I would buy a roll just to cut it up and frame it. Or wrap presents in it. Or make a dress out of it. Or anything. I would do anything my little heart desires with this wallpaper.
What could I do to make a wall interesting without committing to wallpaper? How about a stencil, I thought.
Maybe. It's a lot of work yet much better than wallpaper! Still holding out for Cordoba, though!
Plants I Wanna Plant
There is an area of my garden that has a tremendous amount of shade. Luckily, I gravitate towards shade gardening and I personally think that a shade garden is far more rewarding and relaxing than a sun garden.
Here are some of my favorite plants and ones that I will be planting.
I plan to plant a copious amount of camellias, azaleas, and hakenachloa. The accents will be bamboo and angel's trumpet.
And, of course, Japanese Maples. I have three already and they are losing their leaves. However, they are greeting the autumn with the most fascinating red buds just swollen with the promise of a burst of red shock! I can't wait!
Altho the urge to plant tons of different kinds of plants exist within me, I think the most muted yet powerful statement can be made with the simple repitition of the same kinds of plants. Of course, the plants must have foliage interest as well otherwise it's impact can not be appreciated during it's off season.
I particularly like these plants because they have a fall/winter bloom. The other plants are interesting all year in terms of foliage.
So, at the end of this winter season, guess who is going to hit up all the nurseries for clearance sales of said wonderful shade plants?
Here are some of my favorite plants and ones that I will be planting.
I plan to plant a copious amount of camellias, azaleas, and hakenachloa. The accents will be bamboo and angel's trumpet.
And, of course, Japanese Maples. I have three already and they are losing their leaves. However, they are greeting the autumn with the most fascinating red buds just swollen with the promise of a burst of red shock! I can't wait!
Altho the urge to plant tons of different kinds of plants exist within me, I think the most muted yet powerful statement can be made with the simple repitition of the same kinds of plants. Of course, the plants must have foliage interest as well otherwise it's impact can not be appreciated during it's off season.
I particularly like these plants because they have a fall/winter bloom. The other plants are interesting all year in terms of foliage.
So, at the end of this winter season, guess who is going to hit up all the nurseries for clearance sales of said wonderful shade plants?
What to do when you throw your back out...
Last night, I was preparing myself for a long and luxurious soak in the tub as I had just finished a long day at work. I ever so gracefully raised my leg to be lowered into the tub of hot water only to be met with a shooting pain that stabbed me like a Judas in my lower back. A nerve was struck and my leg was suspended in mid air paralyzed with pain that left me doubled over like a rice patty harvester.
"AHHHHH! MR. DONAGHY!!!!" I yelped from the bathroom.
"What is it?" Mr. Donaghy asked with apprehension.
"My back! I think I just threw out my back!" I replied.
"What did you do?" Mr. Donaghy asked.
"I don't know!" I said. And before he could mutter another word, the following irritating noise left my body. "Iiiiiiiiiiit huuuuuuuuuuurts! Huuuuuuuuuuuu-uuu-uuuu-uuuh!"
Silence.
I realize now that I prematurely started to whine. That said, I have no one to blame but myself for the lack of sympathy for my thrown back. It's like crying wolf even though it's really a wolf and the whining has left the other person with the wish that the damn wolf would just eat you up so they won't have to listen to it anymore. Whining is such a querulous act and once performed, any ounce of stoic heroics are viewed as "oh-it's-not-so-bad." I should have just stayed a silent movie and let the physicality of my body do all the talking.
However, I knew that Mr. Donaghy really was sympathetic when he offered to get out of bed to turn off the bedside lamp...on my side of the bed. What a good husband.
BUT, onto the next day. What do I do with myself when I am crippled? The only position I feel good in is in the sitting position. Alas, I have plunked myself down in front of the computer and have decided to post quite prolific. I am obsessed with the idea of redecorating the two other rooms we have and thus, have started to compile images of paint colors, furniture arrangements and the like.
I am always really inspired when I see anything that Kelly Wearstler does.
I love how her rooms are so graphic but not too overdone because the colors are usually muted with a huge pop or emphasis of said color and the graphics are more like a background effect.
I also like how she is not afraid to use primary colors like I am. I always fear that the room will end up looking like a children's hospital ward but the way she does it, it's like a relief. Almost like the color doesn't take the room too seriously.
Now, how's that for a masculine room Mr. Donaghy could sleep in? I, myself, prefer the masculine look because I like a room to look sexy and nothing is less sexy than a romantic room with cheap thrills and lace and flowers. A room like that is not the room Mr. Donaghy or any husband for that matter could make any kind of magic happen!
I really like the aubergine room. That would be great for a master bedroom.
"AHHHHH! MR. DONAGHY!!!!" I yelped from the bathroom.
"What is it?" Mr. Donaghy asked with apprehension.
"My back! I think I just threw out my back!" I replied.
"What did you do?" Mr. Donaghy asked.
"I don't know!" I said. And before he could mutter another word, the following irritating noise left my body. "Iiiiiiiiiiit huuuuuuuuuuurts! Huuuuuuuuuuuu-uuu-uuuu-uuuh!"
Silence.
I realize now that I prematurely started to whine. That said, I have no one to blame but myself for the lack of sympathy for my thrown back. It's like crying wolf even though it's really a wolf and the whining has left the other person with the wish that the damn wolf would just eat you up so they won't have to listen to it anymore. Whining is such a querulous act and once performed, any ounce of stoic heroics are viewed as "oh-it's-not-so-bad." I should have just stayed a silent movie and let the physicality of my body do all the talking.
However, I knew that Mr. Donaghy really was sympathetic when he offered to get out of bed to turn off the bedside lamp...on my side of the bed. What a good husband.
BUT, onto the next day. What do I do with myself when I am crippled? The only position I feel good in is in the sitting position. Alas, I have plunked myself down in front of the computer and have decided to post quite prolific. I am obsessed with the idea of redecorating the two other rooms we have and thus, have started to compile images of paint colors, furniture arrangements and the like.
I am always really inspired when I see anything that Kelly Wearstler does.
I love how her rooms are so graphic but not too overdone because the colors are usually muted with a huge pop or emphasis of said color and the graphics are more like a background effect.
I also like how she is not afraid to use primary colors like I am. I always fear that the room will end up looking like a children's hospital ward but the way she does it, it's like a relief. Almost like the color doesn't take the room too seriously.
Now, how's that for a masculine room Mr. Donaghy could sleep in? I, myself, prefer the masculine look because I like a room to look sexy and nothing is less sexy than a romantic room with cheap thrills and lace and flowers. A room like that is not the room Mr. Donaghy or any husband for that matter could make any kind of magic happen!
I really like the aubergine room. That would be great for a master bedroom.
Monday, November 10, 2008
Black Bedrooms
One time I had a boyfriend. Don't tell Mr. Donaghy...it was a really long time ago. The only reason why I am thinking of him now is not because I miss him or even dismiss him, but, rather, because I remember I thought he was really crazy for painting the baseboards of his rental a super high gloss black.
Fast forward, oh, say 12 years, and now I look back on that black paint and think..."I love black paint!" But why just leave it to baseboards? I say paint the whole room black!
I was inspired by Serge Gainsbourg's hallway in his apartment in Paris.
Ain't that a sexy bitch of a hallway? Of course it would be Serge's hallway. I think that the hits of light along the walls that highlight the artwork make it more boudoir feeling than horror freak show.
But, if black is too much of a commitment for me, how about this....
I think I am gravitating towards the dark peacock color...after being in a white room, I think I need a little bit more color.
Thoughts?
P.S. My garden looks like crap and I think I lost a rosebush from neglect. Alas, $16 will get me a new one and really, it doesn't bother me too much.
Fast forward, oh, say 12 years, and now I look back on that black paint and think..."I love black paint!" But why just leave it to baseboards? I say paint the whole room black!
I was inspired by Serge Gainsbourg's hallway in his apartment in Paris.
Ain't that a sexy bitch of a hallway? Of course it would be Serge's hallway. I think that the hits of light along the walls that highlight the artwork make it more boudoir feeling than horror freak show.
But, if black is too much of a commitment for me, how about this....
I think I am gravitating towards the dark peacock color...after being in a white room, I think I need a little bit more color.
Thoughts?
P.S. My garden looks like crap and I think I lost a rosebush from neglect. Alas, $16 will get me a new one and really, it doesn't bother me too much.
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