Calling all Los Angelenos: I've moved to the east side and it rules! Let's hang and tacos and all the things. I've been (way) on the westside since I moved here a year ago, so I was very ready for a change. I do miss the beach and the breeze, but I've gained late night movie screenings and backyard dinners and games of Phase10, so I'm feeling real good about it.
While the rest of you were off galavanting, and surely not laboring on your Labor Day weekend last weekend, I was laboring, hard. RE: paint. Do not be fooled by small frame and youthful glow, I can adult when I want to. So, as only a perfectionist can do, I decided to paint my entire new room myself. Let's note, the ceiling was RED (think Van Gogh, Starry Night vibes but with a red sky and white swirlies), dark grey walls, and baby pink trim. What human thought this was a good idea? Baby Pink? Dark Grey? Red ceiling? Misguided Van Gogh vibes?! Bless you, but please leave the interior choices up to the professionals next time.
My bedroom has to be a place where I can feel at peace, recharge for the day, or feel inspired to tackle my next creative endeavor. Over the past few years, I have refined my taste, and I'm confident in it. I love textures, contrast, angles, vintage touches, and a neutral color palette. For my new room on the east side, I'm going to play with a lot of frames, vintage maps and magazines, and a French flair here and there. 'Twill be a dream.
All in all, the lessons learned out of Labor Day painting escapades were as follows: I can be an adult, paint like a pro, and the boys in the paint section Home Depot are pretty cute.