My mother-in-law is coming in five weeks. She's staying for 12 days, which is only 2 days less than 2 weeks. Last time, she visited for one week, and by Day 5 I was thinking, "Good thing she's leaving in two more days, or I'd probably throw out my back digging such a big hole in a lonely field." That was with a nursing baby that let me escape to another room for close to an hour, six or so times a day, and it is too late to manufacture a new baby in time for this visit.
Actually, let's not talk about it. Let's not talk about it AT ALL here, not even in the comment section. Let's talk about something else, and pretend the MIL situation is not even happening.
I decided what color to paint the new dining room. Cream. I had an epiphany about paint color: my reason for choosing cream paint time and time again is not that I am a Big Indecisive Wuss, as previously theorized. No: I keep choosing cream because I like cream walls. This was a huge shock.
When we first moved in to this house, we hired painters, and I assumed the reason I chose cream for the entire house was that it was too stressful to choose paint colors for a first house purchased mere weeks before the due date of my second child, and also that we hadn't bought much furniture yet and were still working with handmedowns. Could I really choose robin's egg blue walls for the living room when we were still using the burgundy/camel/navy-plaid loveseat from my parents? And I thought it was that I didn't have "an eye" and couldn't figure out what would look nice.
But no. None of those was the reason. I like the cream walls, and the only thing making me feel uneasy about them is that the style has been to choose "COLOR!" It's always said in capitals, with an exclamation mark, as in, "Let's add a punch of COLOR!" On those home decorating shows, when the homeowners are asked what they'd like to do to the house, they always say, "Well, I'm not sure---but I do know we want to add some COLOR!" And the decorator nods approvingly: Yes. Color.
Lucky for me, there's also the increasingly popular "beige but with better names" (biscuit, cafe au lait) style now. I'll call my walls "Latte Froth" and people will nod approvingly: Yes.
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