For as long as I can remember, my favourite colours have been blue and yellow.
I have always loved the magazine Victoria and for years saved each copy I purchased so I could flip through its pages and dream of my perfect house.
At least once a year, the editorial staff would dedicate their issue to blue and my eyes would feast on the possibilities.
We have lived in our house by the lake for almost 10 years.
For the first eight years, the only room that was painted was my stepdaughter’s room, which eventually became our son’s room.
This year for Mother’s Day my husband gave me one of the best presents ever – he was going to paint our bedroom in the colour of my choice.
The pick was easy. I have been carrying around a paint chip for years and I simply had to pull it out of my wallet and give it to my husband.
The bedroom is lovely. I never tire of the colour.
My husband recently painted our living room, which holds my library, the same colour, and on the Saturday before Father’s Day painted our hallway muse, which is a yellow colour.
Slowly, my house is becoming a place of my dreams.
