We moved into our house two years ago yesterday. On New Year's Eve. Not because we wanted to, but it was the way the contracts on the houses worked out.
So for nearly two years I dreamed of painting walls. Many of the walls of the house were, and some still are, a dark brownish color. People have called it khaki, but it reminds me more of the darker areas of shitake mushrooms. In full sunlight it looks nice, but once the sun starts setting and the artificial lights come on, it just looks dark. And in hallways it was terrible, like being in a cave, unless you wanted to turn the light on every time you walked through the hall. And it seemed that at least half the light was absorbed by the color, so it was still darkish.
Well, even though it wasn't officially a Christmas present, I say the best Christmas present for me this year was that my brother came and painted two rooms and two hallways, and that my husband had the idea of asking him to do it. I felt so blessed, not just in getting the rooms painted, but in being able to come home between errands or appointments and converse with "the painter" about childhood memories, or how my nieces and nephews are doing, or projects we are working on. It was fun, unlike the usual experience of having workers in the house.
Light cream and light yellow now brighten what were the darkest areas of our house. It's wonderful! A perfect way to celebrate moving into the house two years ago and to bring in a new year.
The new light in the house has gotten me noticing sunlight on the walls in these newly painted rooms, but also all over the place. Today was an especially beautiful sunny New Year's Day, so I decided to take some pictures as part of the celebration.
Happy New Year! May it be filled with light!