and fall it feels like...
the other night i looked out the window and it was DARK. like dark-assed and strange to see it SO dark @ 9pm! what's going on here? not only that, it FEELS like fall...it's just in the air. maybe it's because the little sprogs are going back to school or wardrobes have been bought, or leaves are already starting to turn, but fall is most definitely in the air.
fall is a season i love and loathe all in one breath. i love the colors, but at the same time, a sadness permeates, knowing full well that the same pretty yellow-red leaves will be off that tree on my grass. the sky seems SO blue in contrast to the yellowed grass below. SEPTEMBER VOGUE comes out, which is thicker than hell and full of advice and sage fashion wisdom. i've never purchased it, but in my magazine slinging days, it was a bitch to haul around because five of them were like the weight of 25. oh i might just go and support old newswest and run to mac's and get a vogue for the hell of it...see what old anna wintour has to say about what's cool this year. (speaking of her, i SO want to see 'the september issue')
but yeah, it feels like fall and the closing of yet another chapter. fall always brings possibilities to my life, but not quite the same way spring does. spring makes you feel like anything is possible, but fall doesnt leave me quite as optimistic. sure, there are things to look forward to, but mostly i find myself searching for things to do to take away the pain of winter's embrace that is sure to come earlier, despite it being a freaking cold summer.
it's right around this time of year where i get the itch to paint. reds! oranges! browns! blues! greens! i want it, and i want it ALL on my walls, now! thankfully i took a small step out on a ledge last year and painted the livingroom and i havent regretted it for a second. i completed that project in a record couple of days...two bathrooms and the kitchen and livingroom. i was SO excited and once i found out that painting is really quite simple and it's almost like therapy, except it's more expensive. it's the time alone, the oohing and aahing over colors, the swatches, the smell of the fresh paint, and the way it pours into the tray that has me drooling for more. seeing as i cant even draw an effective stickman, i get quite excited about painting a wall. how badly can you f*ck that up? well, if you ask certain critics, they'll tell you that you can really make a spectacular mess of your walls and your life, but come on...it's just PAINT. it can be touched up or painted over, right?
so i want to tackle the bedroom and paint it. i want to paint the feature wall the same color of orange we had in our hotel room in mexico @ the fairmont mayakoba. i know what you're thinking: orange? who the eff thinks orange is pretty? it's ok, you can say it. i am one who hates white and i'm not afraid to say so, so you can critique orange all day long! i can take it! but this orange? oh, it was so pretty! pictures do not do it justice but it's just so "vacationy" and i think it would compliment our room nicely. see for yourself:
i think it's gorgeous.
i never liked orange as a kid, but as an adult i've managed to gravitate toward it, whether i realised it or not. i think it all started out with buying crafty (crap) @ michael's that all seemed to be of the fall leaf variety. from there, it moved to buying orange accessories for the house from winner's, and then i found myself incorporating orange into my wardrobe. and the other day? i just noticed that i have a shitload of marigolds in my front garden that are literally my pride and joy and they are ORANGE. AND RED. AND YELLOW. but mostly ORANGE. (which reminds me, i should take pictures of them because i am in love with them...costco rocks).
but i've got the itch...first the bedroom, then the office will be next, i think. i have many months of sundays ahead to execute my plans and scratch that itch!
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