Spent one sweet afternoon with my dear sister and she helped me pick colors from some magazines she happened to have around the house.
Went to HomeDepot, and a very patient worker at the paint department helped me choose the colors that were the closest to the colors I had. I decided to buy some samples so I could paint a sample area in each room to help me decide. I learned that picking a color is really tricky business. With different time of the day, different lighting source and different angle, the same color could look drastically different at any given time. I keep reminding myself, "you can always repaint if you really don't like the color." so I don't freeze and can just go on with the project.
A friend happened to drop by and I showed him the color samples on the walls. He questioned ," Why do you like dark colors?" I was dumbfound and could offer no explanation. Feeling criticized, I stayed quiet, saying to myself in my head, "It's my house and I can paint it whatever I like. I don't care if you don't like dark colors."
The question stayed with me. Why do I like dark colors (in this case)? I looked at my newly remodeled kitchen and it was painted very bold yellow, on the dark side. Almost like a good Sunkist orange kind of yellow. Anyway, I like it. Why did I pick the colors I picked? Because I like them, period. Why? I don't know. Do I need to have a reason? No, I don't think so. Do I need to justify myself? H--- no! It's my house.
This is me practicing being me.
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