When I was a kid my favorite color was blue. Sky blue, robin’s egg blue, cornflower blue (yes, that was my favorite crayon; second place goes to midnight blue). When my brother moved out, Mom gave me the opportunity to redecorate Joe’s much larger room any way I wanted. This meant I could be released from my 70’s orange hell that my sister left me stranded in. To. this. day. I. can’t. stand. chenille!!!!
I digress. I picked out a bright robin’s egg blue for the walls, blue and green berberish carpet, a white and blue leafy bedspread, a white wicker headboard. It was an 8 year old’s dream. However, when it came to moving in to this gorgeous, personally decorated room it took me a whole year to make the transition. And I left all my toys in my old room, turning it into a playroom before it was fashionable to have a playroom.
I must mention that once I made the final move, I talked Mom into trashing the orange tulip wall paper, the orange curtains and the orange freakin’ chenille bedspreads. I wasn’t allowed to burn them in effigy, but you can’t have everything.
Does this story mean I’m afraid of change? Was I unconsciously afraid of dumping my orange hell, the early 70’s chimera? Were there meaner, uglier monsters under’s Joe’s former bed? Who knows.
Filed under: silly stuff
Amusing story … I don’t think I’ve ever liked chenille—it’s the stuff with the fringe and/or balls, right? Also with you on the midnight blue … I still like that color a lot.
LOL….my childhood bedroom was painted robin’s egg blue. I remember my Mom telling me what the color was and that sounded so chic to me then. I’m a color freak and you can tell that by the wall colors in my home. Right now I am all about the orange….sorry!