Coloring

 I love painting. I love bright colors. And all the walls in our house were white. Every single one. Yuck. Sounds like I have a project on my hands, no? I took advantage of my free time during Christmas break to do some coloring in my house. Apparently landlords here don't really care. Fantastic! 

This was our miserable little dining nook before I got a hold of it. 

Normally I wouldn't consider myself a very yellowish person, but I knew I wanted a nice sunny corner here. Tada! Mission Accomplished. 

Could our kitchen nook BE any brighter? 

And here is my sad, boring, pre-color room. Sigh.

Not anymore! Now it's like blue smiled on my walls. I like to call it a Caribbean blue. I really don't have any idea if that's at all accurate, but I like the way it sounds and that's what I'm going to call it. It's a mini vacation as soon as I open my door. 

And last night, just for kicks, I decided to paint another wall in our house that wonderful blue. 

I think the white walls are getting worried.

They're slowing being eliminated. 

Also, I've really been enjoying artwork here! I got one painting like this and sent it home for my Grandpa. Apparently my sisters were a bit jealous, so of course I was obliged to mend the situation by buying more art. Oh, darn. 

 And then I get a receipt like this that makes me feel like some rich snooty art investor. 

Two oil paintings for 12,000? Why, yes, don't mind if I do. 

But on Saturday I did make a more serious investment. I had been visiting this particular painting many times. I saw it at the art market and was instantly in love. Finally last Saturday I went back to visit and came home with a wallet that was a quarter million lighter, and a giant grin on my face because this beauty was finally mine. I think it feels right at home in our newly colored house. 

I still can't get over how great it is!

So that's how I've been coloring my house. Someone is going to have to stop me soon, or Becky and I will be living in a rainbow. Or is that a bad thing...