Beige.

My whole world is beige right now. I know it sounds like hyperbole but I did warn you with the period in the post's title that this might be slightly dramatic. It is enough that it is January and the glitz of Christmas has been packed into boxes...but couple that with the decidedly dreary week we have had and when I look around this house it feels like the whole world is beige.

Okay, maybe I need to take some ownership and admit that beige actually seems to be the colour I chose for this house...but that was inadvertent. RKA and I had sold our townhouse and after a deal fell through on a different house we were virtually homeless and scrambling to find a place to hang our hat. We came across a quaint little street with one house yet to be built. We weren't certain about the small lot and carried on looking for other places. But we kept coming back to this little street and that little lot. Now it's a little place we like to call home. We bought it "just in time to pick our colours" but we really only had one weekend to make all of our interior design decisions. I was feeling the pressure and had a 6 month old R in tow as we browsed rolls of carpet and compared tile samples. In the end I was not prepared to step out of the box. Maybe I didn't know my tastes well enough. But I also didn't know the house well enough. Where would our favourite corners be?

Three and a half years later and I am ready to bust out of the beige. I know myself better. I know this home. I brought B home from the hospital to this humble little house. I know where all the best hide and seek spots are. I've scrubbed every groove of the dark hardwood floor. This is where I am every night after 8pm when RKA and I take our respective places on the loveseat to watch TV while our little ones snooze in their cozy beds. Some days these walls seem so confining and other days there is no place I'd rather be. But I have decided that I would like to punch it up a notch and satisfy my craving for colour.

So against my better judgment I took the kids out shopping for paint today. Let's disregard the reality of trying to make lasting interior design decisions while accompanied by a toddler and preschooler and emphasize the positive. I did end up with one gallon of Seranata blue. I know that it sounds like a sad blue but it is actually quite happy. In fact, this one can of paint is making me way too happy. It is not even opened yet it is sitting at the front door and I keep going over to admire the little sample drip they put on the lid. Pathetic, I know. I haven't completely decided where this punch of colour is going to land, and I'm still talking RKA into wallpapering some accent walls but for now I'm content to sit in my beige house and glance over at my little bucket of hopeful blue paint.

Stay tuned for after photos!