If you did a scan of my brain, it would look something like this:
Everything in my head is neon and bright and beachy (this is one reason why I love Los Angeles so much). I tend to shy away from using these colors in my apartment because my deepest fear (aside from dying alone, surrounding by cats) is making my apartment look like a gay cartoon rainbow explosion. But I can’t stop fantasizing about having this kind of color in my apartment:
Meanwhile, I just painted my walls this color (Benjamin Moore Half Moon Crest). Snore.
Oh, Diary, why do I deny myself the one thing I truly love? Especially when it’s right there before my very eyes? Why do I deny myself color?
Oh tender, delicate aqua walls, how I long to hold you in my arms and protect you.
And you, dip-dyed drapes. I long for your tender touch and companionship.
Teal, you’re the real deal. Will you be my Valentine?
I’m into you Tiffany Blue. I want to wrap myself up in you like an precious diamond ring.
And you, Navy Blue. You’re so dark and mysterious and handsome. Would you like to come home with me?
This looks like Cuckoo Christmas, but I still like it. (I must be really starved for color).
This color is tasteful and reserved. Just like me.
Yellow Kitchen, you are a bit cheesy. Why am I drawn to thee?
Oh green, rotting room. You disgust me. I must have you.
Hi, Barbie Room. I want to be with you but I can’t. My love for you must remain a secret.
Oh that I were that row of books, so that I could rest my quivering face against this delightful hue of aqua.
If I were a grandma, I’d snuggle into this Pretty In Pink space.
Yellow door, you’ll always be welcome in my bedroom.
Colorful cabinetry, you belong with me.
So why have I denied myself my one true love? Why is my living space a minefield of greys and neutrals? Fear. My fear of making my apartment look like a crazyhouse has overtaken my life. And I’m not going to take it anymore. Fear, get out of my house! I will order a custom sofabed in a glamourous Peacock Blue velvet:
I will bring in some gold. Perhaps in a bar cart.
I will replace my rug with something more graphic and exciting (sidenote: this rug is only $299 for an 8 x 10 from Crate & Barrel. Holler!):
So there we go. I’m not afraid anymore! I’m going to get what I want. And what I want is color.
PS: I wrote this song about my love for color. Note the happy ending: