My Whidbey Island Picture Post was supposed to go up this morning....but my good posting-pictures-to-Blogger luck ran out after yesterdays post; the pictures aren't loading quite as quickly today.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
I can hardly believe it's Wednesday...this has been a good week.
All right friends, I need some advice.
Now that my kitchen is finished I am ready to tackle another room in the house: The family room.
There is a lot of brown in it and although I adore the color brown, I require a lot of light in my day. The overpowering brown in this room depresses me.
I have been very, very seriously thinking about painting the brick on the fireplace...The Mister is not so sure.
I think if I did it in white it would look awesome and brighten up the room a little (have I mentioned I cannot stand dark rooms?).
He thinks painted brick isn't attractive.
I'm thinking about painting it now and asking for forgiveness later.
Then he'll come home and tell me how brilliant my idea was...
But I digress...
Here are some pics:Don't get me started on the book shelves...it drives me insane that the books don't stay organized. Call it my CDO (sort of like OCD, but alphabetized, like it should be), but those shelves always make this room look messy. I guess I would rather have the kids pulling books off the shelf to read than always having a tidy house...that's what I tell myself anyway.I inherited that Turkish rug when I married The Mister. At the risk of sounding ungrateful, it's a bit fussy for me...I'm seriously thinking of buying a cheap carpet in a solid color. Maybe even one of those piece together flooring deal-y's.
That coffee table was handed down to us in our early years, and I am certain I am not going to buy a new one in the near future, so I just need to paint it. But what color? And do I paint the side table the same?
I look at these pictures and they make me laugh because as a teenager I used to tease my mother (unmercilessly) about how everything in her wardrobe and house was brown. Even the fingernail polish she wore was a shade of brown.
And here I am. Stuck in a brown state of living room. (she has long since moved on from her brown obsession)