Before you ask… No, I didn’t finish the cashmere curse yet as I have been otherwise engaged. You see, I bought a new couch recently (because the little boy who lives with me broke the old one — I’ll give you two hints as to how it was broken: the little boy is 4 yrs old and he’s a boy). As soon as the awesome new couch was delivered I had a realization. I needed to paint my living room to properly stage the couch. This couch really deserved a room that could show it off in all its glory. Really.
The little boy who lives with me declared that orange was the color I should paint the living room as it is his favorite color (since birth — is this stuff hardwired or what?). At first, I shot that suggestion down, but then I started to warm up to the idea of it. I mean, he’s right, orange and grey are a great combo together. Paint chips were collected. Tiny paint jars were bought and I swatched them on the wall and lived with them for a while.
I had a favorite right away. Can you guess which one? It’s not the blue. At first I thought I would have a blue accent wall, but that was the wrong blue and then I canned that idea.
Give up? I’ll give you hint.
It was the top left that I picked, Creamy Beige by Benjamin Moore. I love it. At first I thought it was a bit too sherbety when I started slathering it on the walls, but I love it in the early morning light. At night it turns a touch salmony, but the night version is growing on me. I just love how painted walls really make a room homey and together. I put up with white walls far too long. I have needed to make our apartment look more home-like and cohesive for the little boy who lives with me and painting the living room has gone a long way to making it more homey. I hope he thinks so too.
So, how does this long story long about painting this past weekend have to do with the title of this post? Well, painting the living room got me thinking about creativity and the many and various forms there are. Creating a home for the people we love is definitely a form of creativity. Think of the nesting phase most mothers-to-be go through in the 8th and 9th month of pregnancy. Here’s a picture of me painting Jack’s nursery at 8 months pregnant (no lectures please about me standing on a ladder whilst preggers).
Lately I have been really missing my other creative outlet, mosaics. If I had a third bedroom, I would make it the mosaics room. Oh how I wish to fondle my tiles and glass again and wield the tile nipper once more. Unfortunately, glass shards in my sheets are not exactly my cup of tea.
I have never considered myself an artist, having no drawing ability whatsoever. What I do know about myself is that I have always had the urge to make things. I am drawn to art and music. I chose music because I could “do” it at an early age, but if I had had even an ounce of drawing capability, I think I would have chosen visual arts over music in a heartbeat. Isn’t it funny how the grass is always greener?
Since mosaics is out for the time being (that is, until I have a third bedroom), I have been finding myself wistfully dreaming about painting. Kathy of Spottedroo sews AND paints. I am so jealous of her talents. Check out her watercolors and oils! I wish I had half her talent.
I constantly feel the need to create, don’t you? Do you have multiple outlets for your creative energy? Do you covet a talent you don’t have like me?
Who wants to teach me how to paint?