And so it begins.......

    We finally bought a house - a lovely yellow (my favorite color!) house in a cul-de-sac in a charming little neighborhood. Nice, new construction - just what I always wanted. We had lived in a ranch that was built in 1949 for about 15 years and I was soooo looking forward to having outlets on EVERY wall, central air, a fully equipped kitchen - with shiny, new appliances!  ~  oh, the luxury! I wasn't going to have to do anything... just move in and get comfy on the couch.

    Well.... its a nice image isn't it? Doesn't work that way. You move in, none of your old stuff fits right in the new house, the 10 ft ceilings are so far away, what am I supposed to do with nearly 30 windows? Tell me again why I was happy about having four bathrooms? ....and please, why is every wall so, so ~ white?!!

    So, it begins.... making the house, the home. In my head I'm surrounded by color, I love color, need it, color makes me happy, cheers me up and comforts me. I'm not afraid of color at all. In our old house the living room was purple, yellow and green. In this house, I can't even decide where to start. New homes don't really have 'rooms' in the traditional sense. When you come in the front door you can see straight through to the dining room and kitchen. Does this mean that I have to paint everything the same color? I don't think so. I think I'll start with smaller rooms and work up to the giant main floor!

    A bathroom, I can manage a bathroom... right?