Seattle adventures, life, home, and coffee—in no particular order
Most of the time I’m content simply dreaming about home improvements. (Read: I’m home improvement lazy.) Some of the time I want to remodel every surface of our home. Tonight.
Last week Adam decided we should paint the hallway. The hallway—like most of the main floor—was a pale, buttery yellow. Combined with the five white doors in the small hall, the space was a little…blah.
I immediately envisioned a tasteful, serene alternative: burnt orange.
Ok, so in retrospect, it wasn’t the best color choice, but it took a few terrible color tests to see the light. From there, the final color choice was just a hop, skip, and a CMYK away. The winner? Morrocan red. Spicy!
Without fail, at some point between the prep work and the glob of rouge paint on the once-white trim, I regret the urge to paint.
Which led me to the bathroom. The tiny, tiny bathroom that makes me yearn for an upstairs master bathroom on a regular basis. The baby blue bathroom that makes my burnt orange inspiration seem downright brilliant.
And I’m scoping out my next victim.