Black and White

Some of my favorite things from Pinterest, here

If my favorite images are an indication of my favorite colors, then black and white are the winners.  I'm not a shoe person, but the few pairs I have are black.  My favorite bags are black and I dread putting them away in the summer.   Black sweaters and white shirts overtake my closets. Winter is longer when it's still cold in May and my black coats keep me warmer longer than they should.   

There's not much black outside of my closets.  As much as I'm intrigued by Cy Twombly, would I want a black painting in my home (even if I could afford it)?  Or would I curl up on the sofa with a black throw?  Some say that black is the punctuation mark in a room.  If that is the case, my rooms are run-on sentences.  Loads of white, no black.

So, maybe I should add some black to my rooms, although it seems strange with the hot, hot, hot weather in Boston right now (this is not a complaint).

So that is all for today. A random post about black and white.

Maybe the heat is getting to me.



Darryl Carter
The reason why I blog is apparent when you compare  this photo to the photo in my previous post.  At times, I am drawn to spaces that are bold, unique, and exciting.  More often I'm drawn to spaces that are understated, quiet, and calm. Beautiful, but safe.  It is hard to choose between them and with a blog, I don't have to.



Renea Abbott of Shabby Slips

Caution is the hallmark of my personality.  I'm most comfortable playing it safe, following the norm, sticking to the rules. Once in a while, an event or experience pushes me out of my comfort zone and reminds me to stretch a little.  Sometimes a beautifully decorated room has the same effect on me too. 

  I've been flirting with leopard, but I've only got pot holders and cocktail napkins.  That's not enough to get the pulse racing, is it?  Although animal print calls for restraint, if it's done right (like here) it can be both daring and tasteful.  So the napkins will be put away when the leopard sample arrives for pillows.  If there were a sweet pair of chairs to be found in a consignment shop and I could get up the nerve, they might get the leopard treatment too.  But then the pot holders would have to go and I'd be in over my head.