The name of this blogsite is called Be Brave. Lose the Beige. While BBLB is not just about color, I’m absolutely crazy about color, all colors, the more the better. With that in mind it might not come as a surprise my house is filled with color. A crimson red kitchen, lemon drop yellow living room, and funky art adorning virtually every living space. I’m simply, utterly, and completely not a beige fan. Has anyone really ever taken stock of how much beige there is in the world? Beige houses and buildings, beige sofas, beige walls, beige purses, beige clothing. Can you honestly say you actually like the “color” beige? Sure it “goes” with a lot of things, but does that fact alone deem it worthy to occupy such a vaulted place in this society? (Vaulted by virtue of the fact it is everywhere!) There are so many words representing beige– cream, tan, ecru, biscuit, fawn, camel, mushroom, taupe, sand, and oatmeal—a testament to its prevalence in our society, but at the end of the day—it’s still beige!
When we decided to put our house on the market, our realtor suggested we hire a “House Editor” for guidance in neutralizing and de-cluttering our home. While I would not be described as a hoarder (I love throwing things away), I do love collecting funky artwork- a fiberglass Hand chair; a foot stool (literally a shoe jutting out from beneath the ottoman); melon head ceramic sculpture; Dr. Seuss-like teapots, and much more. Probably most offending is a court jester-like chandelier in our dining room. Six colorful “jester hats” sit atop flexible metal arms.
The editor only had to glance at this piece to know “that definitely has to go”. She and our realtor have said, “this is not a judgment on your taste” (hard not to believe since all my favorites have been locked away in a storage unit). We don’t want potential buyers to be distracted by the art work. It is bad enough you have a 7 color mosaic back-splash in the kitchen.
Following a month of remodeling, every wall in my house now plays host to beige paint; our red carpet has been replaced with- you guessed it- beige; half of our art collection now lives at a friend’s house, but worst of all is the new chandelier- everything about this chandelier is beige- it’s color and its lack of character.
The irony is not lost on me. I’m starting to wonder if the universe is trying to teach me a lesson- this has been such a color transformation for me. How could someone who has written a blog since 2009 entitled Be Brave, Lose the Beige end up with a beige-i-fied house? If anyone has any ideas as to the lesson I should learn, please let me know.