First, the winner of a signed copy of Truly, Madly from last week's post is Amy (comment # 8). Amy, please email me (email@example.com) with your postal address, and also let me know if you'd like the book personalized to you or to a friend.
I've been painting lately. Son #1's room has a nice fresh coat of Gobi Desert, which despite the claims of having a built in primer still took three coats to cover the existing navy blue. But I digress.
I'm the painter in the family, and quite good at it if I do say so myself. But I'm messy. Very, very messy. It became clear early on in my painting endeavors that I needed a painting "outfit." I unearthed an old sweatshirt and sweatpants, and voila. My "uniform" was born.
Once upon a time those items of clothing were gray. But after numerous household projects, they're now...well, rainbow colored. And each color splotch carries a memory. The bright yellow? The kitchen color before its current hue of gray-green. Both boys have/had navy blue in their rooms--I have plenty of those splotches. Red, son #2's bedroom. Turquoise? My daughter's room. Dark green, the basement... Each color brings me back to another place in time, and each holds a special memory. That once-gray sweatsuit is probably something I'm going to have to save forever, me being the sentimental person I am.
The kids' bathroom needs a makeover, so I think I'm going to have to add to my sweatsuit's palette...and add another memory.
What's your favorite wall color? My house is almost all green. Green, green everywhere!