I love color. It is fascinating, it brings life to lifeless things and it is essential for cheering up a living environment. I should be more specific: it is essential for cheering up my living environment on dreary winter New England days. Let’s extrapolate… this probably means that I have a home filled with color in the most beautiful of ways and it makes every day a better day.
NOPE. Untrue. Yes, there is some color, but it’s nothing like that of the apartments and homes that I see every day when I scan the blogosphere. Here are some of the interiors that I admire so much that they have been cemented in my mind:


(all from Design*Sponge Sneak Peaks, click through to the tours)
Our apartment has so much less color than these beautiful places. A mere fraction. Granted, it’s a rental, so I cannot go whole hog and paint the place however I want it every three months. I just walked through our home and tried to pick out the most colorful areas in it- the ones I am proud of. I’d rather not show the parts that are totally void of color. But let’s start with how this all translates into my everyday life, in and out of the home. This is my closet:

Don’t be fooled by the sweatshirt hanging up on the curtain rod (no curtain yet!), it’s there because I just wore it the other day (only around the house!), and it’s probably one of the most colorful things I wear. You can see pops of color, here and there (mostly red…) but the majority of my outfits are in the black/white/gray/blue/brown family. Nothing thrilling.

And here we have the mantle that serves as our headboard. I love the paint color we chose, but let’s face it, it’s a neutral. That little teal creamer is the brightest thing we have in the room (aside from live plants). The one on the other side is a hunter green. NEUTRALS EVERYWHERE. Why am I such a chicken when it comes to bold color??

This is a piece of upholstery from the living room my parents had before I was born (I think?). It has traveled with me to each of the 10 (TEN!??) rooms/apartments I have lived in over the past 7 years. It is one of the more colorful pieces I own, and one of my favorite things. I probably wouldn’t think of it if the house caught on fire (knock on wood), but when I realized it was gone, I would cry about it. The yellow planter was a whim-of-a-purchase I made even before I decided yellow was my favorite color.

And this pegboard that holds my jewelry, hair tools, and other accessories is my crowning glory of newly introduced color. I was inspired by that bright green pegboard you see above, and the owner of that pegboard was even gracious enough to send me right to the tutorial I needed to do my own (although I still have not gotten around to mounting it. Ha!) I try to buy jewelry in exciting colors to jazz up my plain colored wardrobe. The color I picked out on a whim at Home Depot, and as soon as I had that gut instinct, I took it over… before I knew it, the guy was mixing it up and I had no choice! I had to do it!
Maybe I should force myself to be that gung-ho about all color in my home? If I see something, I should just buy it! I asked for bright yellow salt and pepper grinders for Christmas, at least. I gave up on the yellow trashcan I’ve been dreaming of for months- I just can’t conceive of spending that much money on a trashcan, or letting anyone else do it for me. I know I can’t force it if it’s not meant to be. Maybe my brain can’t handle that much color? But then why do I admire other people’s color so much? I’m trying to give myself a color intervention. I just hope I can pull it off.