Yes, I have loads of paint projects planned but I wanted/needed a change . . . yesterday. So I ‘shopped my house’, looking for all things turquoise, my favorite color and one that definitely boosts my spirits.
A number of years ago Mom bought a new house in a retirement village and I helped her pick out the new furniture, including this sectional. I wanted her major pieces to be neutral so we could change the accessories for the seasons.
Which we did for a couple of years – reds in Fall/Winter and turquoises in Spring/Summer. However when she got sick neither of us cared much about decorating.
Even when we moved to this house a year and a half ago.
I had huge plans at the time, mostly for the downstairs where I was living/working because all of her furniture on the upstairs level was new and fit the space rather well. I wound up getting my studio set up but that was about it for decorating.
Time passed . . . quickly . . . and then my brother got sick and died last March. (Has it really been a year already?) That was a blow to both Mom and me, of course, and I think moreso to her. As some of you know, Mom got sick last summer and passed away in October.
Even though I had the entire downstairs set up pretty much to my liking, I ‘moved’ upstairs. For one thing, she was home with hospice care for 6 weeks so I was upstairs 24/7 for that time. After she died, it was harder to be downstairs than upstairs. Kinda weird, really. You’d think I’d want to be in “my” space rather than hers, but no, I came upstairs and even started working upstairs too.
Anyway, it finally got to me . . . I needed to put my own ‘stamp’ on the upstairs. On a dime budget.
My first thought is always to ‘just paint’ whatever – and I have plenty of projects I want to paint – but I wanted an immediate change.
Then I brought the faux verdigris planter upstairs along with a footed open urn that never seems to have a ‘home’.
So far, so good. But the room needed more . . . it needed an anchor.
I debated and debated about whether or not to bring the turquoise rug upstairs because I bought it specifically for my desk in my studio. However since I don’t spend as much time down there (right now) as I used to, I decided to give it a shot.
I mean, it’s a start. I have fabric I want to paint for some throw pillows that have a little more graphic element to them and are more casual.
I also want to paint this thrift shop tray and decoupage this pretty paper I’ve had for years. It has a touch of coral or poppy in it and I’m considering bringing that color into the room too.
Why is it so easy to choose colors for other people but not for my own home?
There is one more project . . . a big ‘un . . . that will make a huge difference in the space.
This humongous brick surround in the corner.
It’s so dark and dreary and . . . big. As in 5′ by nearly 7′. Big. Yet the mantel is fairly skinny at 6″ and just doesn’t do much for the space.
I’ve already talked to the landlord about whitewashing the brick and got his okay.
Not only that, he has a beautiful piece of raw wood he’s going to use as a new mantel!
So it’s not just whitewashing the bricks and adding a new mantel, I’ll also repaint the mirror I did for Mom. I knew when I painted it the detailing was lost in the dark corner and it has bugged me ever since.
Then I need to paint my brother’s old toybox and find a home for that. It now houses my grandson’s toys but he’s only here every other weekend.
But he loves having his Legos displayed on the mantel.
There’s plenty of room in this house for him to have his own little play space but he’s been hanging out with me in the living room so right now I’m not sure how or where I’ll move his toys.
His emotions are just as tender as mine are, particularly when he’s with me. When we’re together it’s rather bittersweet. While we love spending time with each other, the void left from my husband’s passing is huge during our visits. So I want to make sure he has his own space here and feels at home.
For now just these little pops of color have made a big difference . . . and I needed it.
It’s amazing how freshening up a room can affect your mood, isn’t it? I still battle with how I set the house up for Mom but now want to make changes and I wind up having a little conversation with me, myself and I, but I’m getting better with it all.
I’m not where I want to be . . . who is? . . . but at least I’m moving forward rather than dwelling in the past.
What’s your “happy” color? Do you use it in your home or just wear it, or both?