my uncreativity and need for your help
I’m at Starbucks. It’s a chilly, blinding day, and there is sad night music playing – Sam Cook I believe. I can’t help but hold my head weary down in accord with harmonica. I have all the heart of a tortured artist, and you know where this tortured creativity is going? Into paint colors for our renovation. I feel like I’m getting married to my colors. This stuff might really affect me. What if I hate it? I’ll have to look it in the eyes everyday.
Anyway. Back to Starbucks – now we have jazz, the bouncy flit around the room jazz, the I’m not sure if I like this, I might go crazy jazz.
And I might. Seth looked at the colors we’ve painted in real life swatches on the wall, and he totally boo-ed my artistic outpourings. Once he mentioned it, I had gone a bit wacky. There’s a gray, blue, green on the wall with an outrageous yellowy green-gold on the ceiling of the living room which is trimmed in an old dark wood.
I am very please with the bedroom. Seth said to go sexy, so we painted the walls orange and the ceiling RED. Mama, I cannot wait to show you the pictures. I think we’ll be in the first week of May.
If you could repaint your house right now, the house you know you’ll live in for a good while, what colors would you use? Also, could you pretend that it’s a rustic rock house and that you’re pretty eclectic while you’re giving me suggestions?