Colors

All last week my brain was going into an unsettling autopilot mode. As a result, I spent an exorbitant amount of time trying to remember if I had done small, yet important tasks. As much as I enjoyed the startling and confounding experience of early-onset dementia, it became my immediate goal to remedy this problematic state. I needed to give-in to cruise control.

The whole week, I kept thinking: I just want to stare at the wall for an entire day.

In the past (when time and money afforded it) I would have bought a ticket to a place with a nice beach. I would have spent a week staring, as if hypnotized, at the ocean. This was my ultimate reset to a busy summer. But one must find ways to be more prudent. Walls are much more economical.

And so, after a day of essentially staring at a wall, I decided to paint the wall.

I spent a little while picking a color. Then, second-guessing the color. Then, looking up the color on my phone to receive color validation from Janneke (she approved!) and Craig (he couldn’t care less). Side note: is there anything more fun than showing a man different shades of white? It’s like a riddle with no answer. The struggle. The involuntary face spasms. It’s glorious.

I landed on this lush green. Think: Frida Kahlo. Think: Iris Apfel. Think: Kathryn is happily hoping to become more eccentric with her design taste as she gets older. The more colors the better.