I have a perfect palette...the Pink Chateau...I look to the European blogs and the ones I'm drawn to over and over again are the ones of the mansions and estates that are left in a decrepit state, as if history is still being made there...
I explore all the options at my lil' home and I've noticed a pattern again and again,
maybe it's my age, maybe it's the muted, faded charm of each piece I drag in and the particular lure I see in the bedraggled state of decay...
can't put my finger on it, but it works at the lil' pink shack.
I love all the colors people are painting their rooms,
yet I balk at giving my rooms that polished bright white finish.
Yet again, I think many times I do it, because I can...
I'll never forget the day Theresa and Craig, Time-worn Interiors, walked into my house...
Theresa said...Craig, look at them walls!!!
original plaster, who would'nt drool!
So...it is what it is...as I transform my little abode into the ancient cottage of 'Victorian America gone wild'...
Either you love it or you hate it, makes no matter to me, I am part of it's history...
it is part of me!
