I love pinks and greens. In Eastern religions and philosophies they are the colors of the heart.
I remember when I was about 15 my mother said we could repaint my room and I could pick the colors. I remember looking at all those little chip cards. I always loved those! We didn't have a car and even if we did - the local hardware store was where people went. I don't think there were all those Lowes and Home Depots at that time. We showed the merchant the colors - a pale soft green for the ceiling and a pale soft pink for the walls and a satiny white trim paint. He shook his head - that isn't something you are going to be happy with. He seemed exasperated - "You can't paint the ceiling a color."
My heart just dropped and then my mother looked up from our paint chips and said - "Are you a 15 year old girl that wants her room to look like a garden?" He had to admit he wasn't. Alright then she said - this is what it will be - let's mix the paint. I painted the room myself and then I free hand painted ivy all along the top of the walls. I took the pattern from a wedgewood plate my mother had. I have to say that man was wrong about that room. My mother was right - it was my garden.
I hope you all remember your gardens!
LOVE that story, and your mother for letting you express yourself--she helped you become what you are today!
ReplyDeleteHermoso, hermoso todo tu trabajo!! ¡Me encanta!
ReplyDeleteShe looks like Amy Pond out of uk doctor Who.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!