White: Always Right

I have always been married to white. But I have sexy little love affairs with color. White is who I come home to; but color is who I sneak out with when white is out of town on business. White is who I bring to weddings and family barbeques; color is who I call up to go dancing with while wearing my highest heels and most risque dress. It's like wearing a lacy red bra and undies under a simple black dress or pale pink on your fingernails, but merlot on your toes. It doesn't take much, but you know it's there!

When it comes to renovating and decorating a home, color can become something of a self-inflicted psychological analysis. For example, I have a strict no-beige rule at our house, yet I recently read that pale grey, which I adore, is the new beige. Great, so now I am right on trend with the new boring? This makes me feel like doing something drastic like moving in with color, but I can't because white and I really are so happy together. Plus, I know perfectly well color only wants a good time. As soon as the party is over, color will be gone.

We do need pops of color to keep us alive, I think. Even whiteaholics like me. This can easily be accomplished with a few of my favorite things: books, flowers, art and obviously, toss cushions, aptly named so that when you tire of burnt orange or dusky rose, you can simply toss those past-their-prime pillows into storage. Not so easy to do with, say, a fire engine red sofa.

White and I will be together forever. White calms me down, refreshes me and understands when I need quiet time, while color demands so much attention, it can be exhausting.

I love you, white.

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