After living in three houses bought with the knowledge that they would later be sold, I have spent my entire married life decorating in neutral. I survived the bland by promising myself that someday I could do whatever I wanted with my house.
That day has finally come.
Our front porch rockers and swing needed repainted and as I stood in the paint section at the local hardware store with the white spray paint in hand, something inside me broke loose. I just couldn’t bring myself to take it home, not when all the other bright colors were calling to me. So the furniture went … teal.
You know you are on the right track when bees buzz around your painting project with the mistaken impression they have just hit the jackpot.
Now I’m paying it forward. I give you permission. Do it. Paint it bold. Let the neighbors stare.