Answer (and this might surprise you!)…ME. Obviously I am afraid of color. I might actually be allergic to it based on the frequency with which I fawn over all-white interiors. Try though I might, I tend to gravitate to rooms where everything is so washed out, you can’t tell where the floor ends and the sofa begins. It’s heavenly.
But every once in a while I see something that makes me a total color-convert. In this case, it was a Josef Frank pillow that made my jaw drop (#3, below). It was just so beautiful and bright, like all of his fabrics, that I couldn’t help but be absolutely smitten over it. Of course, it is far TOO LOUD to realistically be included in my decor, but a girl can dream can’t she? I decided to play along for a bit and pretend I’m not actually afraid of color, and created a fake living room moodboard based around the pillow in question. What follows is a living room I’d have if I was blind.
I’m pretty sure Pee Wee’s Playhouse had less color than that room, though none of these pieces of furniture have faces (unfortunately). On their own, each piece could work in a room with less competition; together, it’s like a rainbow had a bad acid trip and threw up all over the place and can’t remember who she went home with the night before. How sexy is that purple chair, though? I love the button tufting, though maybe not in a Grimace-the-McDonald’s-character color. If only I’d found that rug for this post on polka dots! Oh well.
Which is more your style? All out color of stark white? Or are you somewhere in the middle? Do white interiors make you want to throw condiments all over the place in rebellion (ahem, Annie)?
Happy Monday! My weekend was very low key, meaning absolutely no painting was accomplished. I mentioned over on 365 on Friday night that I had a bad food poisoning incident, and that sort of derailed any big aspirations I had for the weekend. I spent a lot of time on the couch with a mug of decaf vanilla tea. Oh, and with macarons. Macarons make everything better.