The White Lampshade

The problem with being spontaneous is that one jumps and then questions the cliff.
Being spontaneous has its advantages, though, at the moment, I cannot think of any that actually sound sane. Being this way means things don’t always turn out, but the process is so intersting and sometimes regrettable. 

The bedroom is now green. I thought it was more of a muddy green, but it isn’t. I am surprised Yann likes it; he doesn’t like green. But he trusts my direction and doesn’t see the errors along the way.

The lampshade was white until I painted it green. I had some green paint left over, so why not? I painted it at 11 p.m., so I didn’t take a photo.

Tomorrow, if I don’t like it, I might decoupage it. I might do it regardless. 

Do you find yourself in similar situations? I’d love to hear your stories.



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