So far 2010 is shaping up to be craptacular. This does not bode well for the next 10 FREAKING YEARS, does it? Let's recap the already long list of stupid stuff that has happened in this very new year: the entire nation has been living in a subzero meat locker. The Hunny, Baby Ike and I, have been passing around a disgusting cold. I am on a no sleep plan, thanks to Ike's first tooth. Because I'm exhausted, every night I scarf down a bowl of ice cream with hot fudge about 3 seconds before I go to bed. The scale refuses to even register my weight in the morning -- it just laughs. Oh, and the cat puked on our rug in the middle of the night, for the 854th time this month. Aren't you jealous? Don't you wish you were me? SAY YOU WISH YOU WERE ME. Yeah, it could be a lot worse, but I don't really want to hear about context or perspective or any other gross thoughtful stuff today. Instead, I've been fantasizing about painting everything in my house white, and getting all white furniture, and all white accessories. It's my new happy place, where it's clean and fresh and everything matches, and there is no orange puke or chocolate sauce, and everybody sleeps all night long.
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about. (Remodelista)
I used the google to find this, therefore I have no source info. What? You think I shouldn't occasionally resort to googling my post material? I don't have time to read blogs ALL day. Update -- thanks to Nicole for letting me know this room was designed by Alexander van Berge!
Is that sofa inflatable, or is it just me? (Per Ranung)
This room is so anti maximalist, but I am in sweet sweet love. Even the buildings across the way are white. (Francois Halard)
I don't know where this came from, and those clothes are really buggin, but hot damn! White just photographs so beautifully.
So. restful. can't. keep eyes open.
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. (Marie Claire Maison)
Om me padme hum a zoom zoom, just shake your rump! Uh, that's totally not where I meant to go with that. I just got a little overexcited thinking about all that white. (Living Etc)
Get out of my room, fugly brown boxes.
How not to do a white room. I want to punch that DREAM banner in the face and rip that stupid Z Gallerie pirate chandelier out of the ceiling. Repeat: this room bad. Bad white make Erin angry!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Anger level receding. (Remodelista)
Um hmmmm. (Desire to Inspire)
Oh yeah. (From the Right Bank)
Almost disqualified due to a preponderance of off white tones, but so pretty I couldn't help myself. Whatever. You can't stop me. I'm high on white. I'm unstoppable. (Style Files)
Pure as the driven snow... and the number one reason I can't actually have an all white house. (Ohdeedoh)
I think I'm actually feeling better, thank you very much, but now I'm seriously jonesing for more white crack. So tell me, smart, savvy decorating friends: do any of you have white walls? Do you like them? Does white highlight every imperfection -- like the dreaded wall cellulite -- or does it smooth over the ugly drama? Any particular colors, tips, etc? It seems like great architecture and serious windows are needed to go white, but I'm oh so tempted...
