As the blue-ing of the Thompson house progresses, I’m starting to wonder — am I a Chicken or an Egg? Meaning, did I jump on the blue bandwagon after seeing it pull down the street past my house or am I up in the driver’s seat at the start of the parade?
At the end of the day, I’m not sure it matters. I love blue. I have always loved blue. I have a sapphire engagement ring I wear everyday for chrissake. Because I loved blue so much, I steered away from it as a decorating/design decision. I was trying to stretch and try out other things. Look where it got me — I ended up back at blue. So, the morale of the story folks, is to always design/decorate your own home/treehouse/apartment/room above the garage to reflect YOUR tastes, loves and interests. That way you’ll always love it.
I think I’ll always love blue. I think blue loves me back.
(P.S. — It’s also just paint . . . .So if blue and I have a falling out and get a nasty divorce, we can start over fresh with green. Or tan. Not purple.)
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