When we moved into this house, I transported all my fabrics and colors from my teeny, tiny, east-facing, window-filled cottage-- all buttery yellows, mellow greens and cranberry reds. Very French country. But here, in these (somewhat) larger rooms, all shaded by our fab porches and with mostly southern and northern light, the yellows looked egad awful. And blue, which I've never been a huge fan of inside, suddenly looked amazing. So I'm experimenting with all different kinds of blue all through the house. Do you like it or loathe it? I think I kinda love it-- it's inspired by these art pieces, which are probably my most favorite posession. It stinks that it will take at least 3 coats to make it look good, though-- good thing the white under the chair rail is finished, but I guess I know where my late nights will be taking me this week. I'm trying to convince my husband that he needs to let me paint all the dining room furniture white-- I don't think I'll win that battle. But I'll let you know if I do.
I have so many unfinished projects on my back burner right now. And some of them are actually going to be exchanged for cold, hard cash (that I will promptly return not to my bank account, but here) so I really should get to work. So if you see me out lollygagging around in the sunshine, tell me to get back in and start sewing. And I'll be sure to post pictures of them-- telling you I will is great motivation to get crackin', no?