31 Days of Five-Minute Free Writes: Day 8

31 Days of Five-Minute Free Writes: Day 8 - Purple

Purple is my favorite color. I guess that's kind of obvious by the design of my blog. My birthstone is amethyst and it has been a jumping off point for some of my decorating choices, like this wall. That is a wall in my bedroom, painted with Garden Pansy by Behr. The link has a much truer representation of the color than this photo taken with my cell. My bedroom is the second room I painted after X moved out. The first was my tiny bathroom, which is painted Honeydew. I started out small and it didn't seem like as bold a choice as a purple bedroom. I think painting my bedroom purple may have been my way of admitting to myself that X wasn't coming back. I spent a Saturday peeling wallpaper off all four walls. It took me an entire college football game. Then I got really brave and patched a couple of places on the wall. I'm not sure what used to be there, maybe a heater or the aftermath of an angry fist going through the wall. Then I started painting. I love the color and I found a chenille bedspread that complements the walls perfectly.

When I wake up in that bed, especially on weekends when I can sleep past the sun rise into my east-facing bedroom windows, I look at those walls with a sense of pride. Proud that I took on the project and that I took a stand for what I wanted my house to look like. I'm not sure what color the walls would be if X was there waking up beside me.

But me, alone in that bed, I'm waking up to purple walls. And I love them!

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