I remember saying those exact words to my mom a few months ago over lunch. I think it was at Ikea, so it must have been in May.
But as of this weekend, my obsession is cured.
I still love me a good white. But black can be oh so nice.
I'm in love with our fireplace.
I really love the way metallic accessories pop against it, and the way it highlights the white mantel.
And after dark, I'm obsessed with the way our television disappears. Pop some popcorn and it's almost like a movie theater!
But I'm not the only one in the house. And last night while we were at Sonic waiting for our junior sundaes, Brett turned and asked me how much primer I had left. I asked him why and he said he wanted to make sure we could paint it gray if we needed to.
But he called me at work today, and I think it's winning him over. He said IF we get some art on both sides (we already have the painting for one side). And IF we keep symmetrical furniture on both sides (which has been a sticking point. I want no furniture on the right), then he'll like it.
I predict by week's end he'll be totally won over.
What do you guys think? Wonderful? Awful?