We’ve painted the house before and I always choose white because it’s completely neutral — no statement no attachment no decision. The house comes in white and it stays in white.
The other day my son comes home and says “Mom I feel like I’m in a hospital everything’s so white. I think we need a little color.”
The truth is I’ve always thought so too but I was too scared to take the chance and face the challenge of making a totally wrong choice.
“I’ll paint” my son offers.
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