My dear friends Milo & Alphie have declared today as Shabby Chic Day.
I knew I had to join in, you see my home has been looking a little more Shabby than Chic lately. My parents have been wanting to get the outside of the house painted for about the last three years. Why has it taken so long to get one little ole house painted you ask?
The color of course. Currently the house is painted beige, with a reddish cast to it. Mom wanted to go with the same color, Dad wanted to go darker. They finally came to a decision with a color in the middle (they are avid negotiators).
They bought the paint sample, slapped some on the back of the house and both called it good. We were all pretty excited, a decision was made. They decided to wait till the Spring and, well, here we are. Dad called out painters to get bids, and they decided on a painter, and...
Here's where the trouble started, again. Dad decided to slap up a sample on the sunny side of the house, and decided he hated the color, and the lighter and darker version too. Back to square one. They fanned out the beige color chips on the table again, like they were getting ready to play poker.
I decided to take matters into my own paws. I jumped on the table and looked over the choices. I laid my paw on the color I felt best suited our home.
"That's the one you like Finny?" Mom asked. "It's kinda dark..."
"It's not really the color itself that attracted me..." I replied.
The color is called "Nuthatch"...