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Textured Crochet Cardigan 💙

The chunky yarn works up into a lovely rich fabric. Use large buttons to make it unique, a lovely design that adds a classic handmade touch to your wardrobe for all seasons 🧶

I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.

But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)

MEAN YOU HAVE TO ABANDON

WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY.

When I bought my house, the kitchen was multiple shades of dingy white. It was dismal, but it was now mine! So went to the hardware store for paint (well, several trips, painted swatches on panel, etc — I’m very picky. But this was the final, ‘real’ trip). It was a busy day in the paint section. There were at least five people behind me in line.

Now, remember, latex paint is slightly lighter and brighter when wet than it is when dry. And I’d decided to paint my kitchen candy-apple red. The hardware store employee took my gallon off the Paint Jiggler and cracked it open to put a dab on the top, revealing the most incredibly deep pink, and behind me I hear the entire line of people say,

“Oh my god.”

…in perfect chorus.

This is the door to my garage. It used to be white. Live your best life.

Mischief the cat says “Who goes there?”

Every visiting friend says “This is so cool.”

my garage. It used to be

white. Live your best life.

not decorating trends; those have always existed. but the idea that color and decoration is inherently childish

this is the dining room at the Eustis Estate in Milton, Massachusetts, from 1878 (where I used to work, briefly). the walls are TEXTURED MICA SHIMMER on a green background. Adult Space For Adults!

A jewelry shop in Paris c. 1901. kids can’t buy jewelry!

who can forget the classic 1950s colorful bathroom? I’m not a huge fan, but still! adult space! bright colors; decorative designs!

So here’s two examples of traditional Norwegian farmhouse interiors. You know. The kinds of places peasants live in.

This type of painting is called “rosemaling” and today you usually find it on, like, carved wooden bowls and such that are only used for decoration. But back two centuries ago, it was very common to find the interiors of homes covered in it, in projects that were painted little by little over the decades. Because it’s beautiful to look at, paint is the cheapest way of decorating your house, and what else are you going to do on the long winter nights when it’s too dark and cold to work outdoors?

But mostly, they did it because it made them happy, and it was beautiful.

I like to call my entire interior design ethos “Bohemian Necromancer.” Bright jewel tone furniture covers in paisley and mandala patterns, exciting paint colors, lots of art on all the walls… bronze deity statues, there’s a gothic crow plushy with red eyes on a shelf below a grapefruit sized obsidian orb and a large black hourglass, the jar labeled “bone dust” actually contains bone dust, there are fancy knives (functional and which I know how to fight with) on display in every room of the house so I’m never out of reach of a weapon, and everywhere you go the animal skulls on the shelves are watching you.

It turns out I only have non-human family photos of the various cats we had in the home while I lived at my parents’ for examples but I was always thankful of my mom’s openness to color on the walls. Always did a white ceiling and trim to “keep it open”. We didn’t have a large home. The first two images are from my sister and I’s bedrooms. Mine was tiny, but had a high ceiling so there’s a loft bed. No “oh it’s a small room you can’t have a deep green color”. I was 14 and it was the first time I ever had my own room. My sister chose the lovely soft peach in the first image for hers, a slightly longer room but with great lighting. They remained like that until well after we moved out (Cat in these is a young Lucy Furr, who is still alive at 16 and with me). The 3rd photo is the robin’s egg blue in the upstairs primary bathroom (with miss Pawpaw, a kitten who was born in our tent shed and adopted out as Cleo)

Based on my experience as a Titania main.