When i was young I thought my mom’s colorful decor was ridiculous. Now I’m old and my kids think I’m ridiculous for wanting colorful everything. Is that a thing?
When i was young I thought my mom’s colorful decor was ridiculous. Now I’m old and my kids think I’m ridiculous for wanting colorful everything. Is that a thing?
I always did, but I pretended like I was above it for a long time. I think it felt uncool to care about that kind of thing? I don’t know, I was insecure. Now that I’ve run out of fucks, my house is really colorful and I love it. Beige everything makes me wish for the sweet release of death. Depending on how old your kids are, they might be going through a similar phase, and maybe they’ll outgrow it too.
My favorite color is brown, well, rust specifically, so beige is nice. It’s not as important than the ability to reflect light though. With that you can do all sorts of mood lighting and coloring with vibrant objects.
I think that’s where i am - so over the brown!