Hey There Campers,
Here is a topic I know we are all involved with at some point in our lives as homeowners. Picking colors for the house. I love color, I'm going to admit to you that my brain is probably the most colorful place to be. But something happens when I give the brain a command. Pick a color for the living room. Boom! Should be easy. But my brain works along the lines of the an old computer. You know like the first computer, ENIAC. Took up about 1/2 of Penn and had to be fed all its information to spit out a card with an answer. This is what I suffer from. Information properly given, likes, furniture style, room style, rugs and/or wood floors. I put all that information in and I am left with (gulp) a choice. Heaven help me on this project. Some of my friends/family get a thrill about picking colors, I mean salivating the excitement. Not me. I dry up and want to roll with the dust bunnies under the sofa. Go hang out in the corner and just rock, ever so slightly, mantra like, looking for the answer. Now if I saw the color on the wall in someone else's house, I would immediately like it. My sister-in-law recently painted her living room. I walk in the door, I notice immediately and I announce to all as if the earth has openned up "Karen, I love this color, mind if I borrow for my house?" Then its done. But when I get home I know this color isn't going to work because the furniture colors, the rugs and the style of the living room just won't work in m house. Ugh... mercy please on my color-disconnected soul.
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