The perfectly put muted home soothing and soft like butter. I understand it. Truly, I get it. In a world is moving entirely too fast, walking into a room wrapped in moon light, linen, and a color define on the paint sample as: whisper of peace it can feel like a long exhale after a glass of Sauvignon.
It is like a perfect Sunday morning where nothing is expected of you, as you open the shutters hearing the distance church bells, and the Gregorian choir echoing in the distance. It is soothing, and it has its place.
But sometimes, pop goes the weasel!
You look around the room and realize that while peace is lovely, a little bit of daring mischief is divine.
Is your sanctuaries weasel popping, or the zen meditation in the living room, or is it somewhere between a blank canvas and roasted red chili peppers on the grill.
The magic happens when you let a little bit of the unexpected dance across the floorboards.
Imagine hunting through boxes of a weekend brocante.
Your eyes pass over the usual suspects,
and then—bam!—
there it is-
A cupboard, but instead of being sanded down to a smooth patine, it wears a coat of unforgettable burnt orange that has survived since it begin.
Or perhaps it is a collection of mismatched, century-old bottles in an array of jewel tones, sitting inside a rusty black iron urn, balancing barely on an orange velvet stool, and it makes you grin every single time you walk by.
Bringing color into a room does not necessarily create chaos; creates a spark. It is the chunky, colorful necklace paired with a simple linen dress—a bit of contrast such as a daring wink when everyone expects a nod.
Oh. It’s okay to let the world have its soothing beige moments. But don’t be afraid to throw open the windows, invite the pigment in, making a splash.
Maybe it is also true about ourselves too.
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