When I was in middle school, I’d taken a few dance classes and musical theater classes which gave me an undeserved boost of confidence making me feel significantly cooler than I actually was. This confidence boost has been linked to a number of embarrassing “hey mom – I’m going to audition for the school talent show” moments including “I’m going to play ‘My Heart Will Go On’ on the keyboard with my toes” and “I’m going to do the robot dance to ‘Blue’.”
I even bought a blue wig to practice in.
Thankfully my mother managed to persuade me in a different talent show audition direction forever saving me from social suicide at the age of 12. And before you get to thinking the woman squashed my dreams, I’m pretty sure she never said I couldn’t do any of those things, but did encourage me to play My Heart Will Go On with my fingers as it was more practiced. Forever thankful for that advice.
But another 12 years of my life have passed and I’ve learned a few things about when and how to take risks. So while I completely agree that the white would help enlarge our rather tiny and dim kitchen, the Mister and I just can’t seem to be torn away from painting it blue. And for those of you shaking your head wondering what in the hell we’re thinking, may I remind you… our kitchen is lime green and we have a butcher diagram of a T-Rex next to our pig, fish, and cow. We’re a little bit quirky. I just know that if we paint the kitchen island white making it look like the latest addition in the magazine-worthy Lettered Cottage kitchen (which don’t get me wrong – that kitchen always makes my heart skip a beat), it just wouldn’t feel like us. Not yet. 🙂 And hey… if we hate it, we can always paint over it right?
What about the taupe you say? Well that dresser that I painted waaaaaay back when I first started blogging? And then repainted when I restarted blogging? And then stenciled (which I never told you about) when I started actually legitimately blogging as Post Grad? Well it’s going taupe. A lot of things change when you move in with your man. And while I don’t think you have to sacrifice all femininity when it comes to bedroom decor – we have his and hers nightstands so I can swank out my side of the room – our 2nd largest piece of furniture probably shouldn’t scream Anthropologie-inspired. To be fair, he could care less. I’m just trying to justify painting it a 3rd time.