Last week, Peter came rushing in from the park pretty excited in the cute pure innocent kind of way.
On his way home, he caught our neighbors tossing out a perfectly good Billy Bookcase from Ikea and a plant they no longer had time to bring all the way back to life. Knowing me and the way I love making old things new, he dropped the kids off at home, and ran out to get the furniture before another neighbor snatched them up. It was the simple kind of score.
It was pretty sweet, a free piece of furniture and a sad plant (that I will try to bring back to life), just so happens to be my dark chocolate and fresh bouquet. He can also bring home a large iced coffee from my favorite place, and that gets me all soft and mushy too. It’s totally silly and beautiful, how he gets me and I get him.
I digress, this post isn’t about our love or Peter. It’s about that bookcase. The night after he brought it in, I went and purchased a new peachy paint to spruce up the old thing. It turned out pretty amazing. Between Scosha repainting Store 64, and Justina’s beautiful armoire, pinks and peaches have been on my mind. This color in particular reminds me of New Orleans. Beautiful, eclectic, fun, and yet, weirdly calming. Our living room looks like it’s gotten a mini makeover, a new-to-me piece of furniture and a splash of color really does wonders.
The bookcase is painted Peach Mimosa, and I purchased it from Home Depot. Are you liking pops of pinks and peach in homes, or are you totally against it?