Anyone who knows me knows that I am not a subtle color girl.
|Painting by Helena Nelson Reed: Goddess Looking Within|
This summer, I painted my bedroom bright orange. I'd fussed for months, trying to figure out a color. Turquoise. Nah. Purple. No. I almost went with white, mostly because I was just looking for something clean and fresh and neutral.
Did you know that orange is the new neutral? :)
Turns out, for all my art, orange really is a neutral. I paired it with a magenta and turquoise bedspread, which I'd show you, but the cats shredded it in about three weeks. The material was too thin. (It's now in the bottom of my closet. I'm going to try to felt it back together. Of course.)
The wise interwebs say that orange is the sign of warning. And of visibility. It's also the national color of the Netherlands. (Since my grandparents all hailed from Holland, I like this. But I didn't know countries had national colors. But I did know that the US is not color-blind.) Apparently, Frank Sinatra thought orange was the happiest color. Hmmm.
|The plants have to live inside during the winter. Meet Monster and Mini (Monster).|
I also got rid of my window blinds. I've never been a fan of curtains, since I like to see the light when I'm awake, in the morning, in the middle of the night. Of course, the next weekend the naughty neighbors next door put up a motion light on their garage so that now, every time they leave the house at 11 p.m. and 1:30 a.m. and 3:30 a.m. and 5:30 a.m., the light shines in my eyes.
|View towards Pleasant Ave. So pleasant.|
One thing I've noticed about my "new" bedroom? I've left my bed unmade more in the past three months than in the last twenty years. :) Apparently, orange also inspires sloth.