Things I Cannot Explain...
I love color. It makes me happy. When we bought this house (when my grandparents died), most of the rooms were painted beige. With flat paint, no less. There was a blue-and-pink Victorian bedroom. Another bedroom had black wall-paper with enormous pink and white flowers, and Pepto-Bismol-pink trim. (That is NOT the kind of color that makes me happy.) And the whole rest of the house was dull beige.
We did a lot of painting. Some of you noticed the deep turquoise bathroom. That was the boys' request, and I was happy to oblige. Given that they really wanted to paint that color on the outside, it was an especially happy compromise. And then I found this fabulous formica for the counters.
(I was tempted to use the coral version of if in the kitchen, but orange isn't my happy color and I wasn't sure I would love it long enough to commit. Good decision.)
For the rest of the house I chose three colors - a green like a green apple, a buttery yellow, and a periwinkle blue that all play very nicely together, and painted all the trim (doors, ceilings, etc) white.
All that to say, to each their own.
I realize not everyone finds this as wonderful as I do. I think it puts my in-laws (whose entire house is shades of brown) into some kind of visual overload when they come to visit, but they don't live here. And I don't live in your house, so do what makes you happy.
What I don't understand is the absence of color. Specifically, the popularity of gray. In this climate. I can't tell you how many blogs I've seen with people repainting their houses (interior) gray. It may have a swanky name, like Oyster Bay or Samovar Silver, but it's gray. And you know what I see when I look out my window, 19 days out of 20?
All I can say is that you people are made of sterner stuff than I am. Because with all the gray outside, if I saw gray, gray, and more gray inside, every single day, I think I'd need Prozac.
What about you? What colors do you like? Are you bold in your homes? Or do you stick to neutrals?