Our living room is officially white. No more beige. It was such a weird beige, with strange greenish yellow undertones that made everything look icky. I’ll never quite understand why I loathe most shades of brown on the walls. I see lovely linen colored walls in other people’s homes, and it’s lovely. I see dark brown bedrooms and think it’s so striking and dramatic. However I still hold stubbornly to the “no brown paint in the bathroom” theory. I mean, we all know that color doesn’t belong in the bathroom. It can mask the need for a good cleaning. You know what I mean.

All I know is now that that icky color is gone and everything is open and white I can breathe deeply again (with the help of Flonase of course). 

Now I just have to find the time to rehang art, but it’s so much more fun to play with Jane’s Minnie Mouse sunglasses.