Recently, I made an important discovery: Khaki makes me happy. See, we've lived in our current house for eight years, and we've painted the dining room four times. First, we painted the walls a soft shade of off-white. Not bad, but still the room seemed underdressed, like wearing a flimsy dress without a slip.
Not that I've ever worn a flimsy dress without a slip. And not that I think you have either. I'm just trying to describe my dining room so that you can see how it lacked something.
So, about a year later, we--ok, actually I--decided that we needed to repaint. I chose a gorgeous, traditional red. I loved the color! The room was transformed into a warm, inviting, and dramatic space. I determined then that I would always have a red room in my house.
But of course, you know how that kind of thing goes....
Yeah, after a few years, I changed my mind about the red.
For some reason, the color grew dark and overwhelming. Definately claustrophobic. Now, I can deal with a lot of things, but a depressing room isn't one of them. The only cure that I could think of involved painting again.
Don't you agree with this remedy, sweet girl? Because, like, all of the decorators say that the cheapest and quickest way to change the look of a room is to paint. Right?
Well, my darlin' husband didn't exactly agree with us. He said something about how he didn't care what the decorators say. Paint is not cheap, and there's no such thing as a quick fix, he said. Painting is hard work, makes a mess, and takes time. Then you have to touch up the trim.
Besides, he didn't see anything wrong with the room the way it was--manic red and all.
... because he indulges me way more than he should, we painted. Don't you love a man like that? I so love mine.
We painted once more. Now, since it was summer, I was displaying my seashells--some sand dollars and starfish--and we had been to Miami, even drove down to Key West--so, I was definately in a beach state of mind.
Maybe that's why I chose blue.
Or, maybe it's because I saw a picture of a blue room in a magazine and thought it was way cool.
Plus, blue is my favorite color.
In retrospect, I'm really not sure why I chose blue.
My darlin' even asked are you sure you want blue?
Yes, I said. I'm sure I want blue.
Well, we went blue.
Oh, my goodness! How could I have known? Blue is a t-r-i-c-k-y c-o-l-o-r. I mean red is deceitful--I knew from past experience to beware of red--but blue? Innocent blue. No, not at all. Blue is like way tricky. The trickiest color ever.
It looked so awful that during Thanksgiving week, my darlin' hub suggested that we go to the paint store.
This time, with my man's blessing, I selected khaki. Sound. Solid. Soothing. The black furniture pops. The white trim pops. The color works. He's satisfied.
And, I'm loving the room.
Seems that all it took to make us both happy was a simple color like khaki.
Kinda sad that I had to learn the hard way that it's the simple things that bring true happiness. Simple colors. Simple things. Like spending time with my family. Watching two little girls' first dance recital. Cleaning my house.
Yes, I know the last phrase sounds crazy, but cleaning and organizing really do make me happy.
Reading God's word also makes me happy.
So, I'd like to share this verse with you:
The law of the LORD is perfect, reviving the soul. The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy, making wise the simple (Psalm 19: 7-8b).
May the simplicity of His word bring wisdom and happiness and joy to you, sweet girl, during this Christmas season.