Tell me, is there a colour that you swore you would never ever decorate or use throughout your home?
Is there something about it that turns you off? Drives you crazy? Do you look at and would rather get a root canal?
That was me and my older daughter’s favourite colour – purple. Up until her fourth birthday, everything had to be purple. Purple clothing. Purple birthday cake. Purple toys. Purple decorations. I promised her when we moved into our new home that she could finally have her purple painted wall of her dreams, which turned in more of a light lavender shade reminiscent of something even Rapunzel would get tired of looking at.
That lovely yet I can’t match anything to it to save my life shade was repainted after a year. The day she said “Hey mom, blue is my new favourite colour!” I rejoiced and ran to out to get paint swatches for a shade of aqua. World Peace ensued.
I apologize to all you lovers of the colour purple. I know thousands of little kids all over the world are like “You are mean! Purple rocks!” but it just didn’t suit her room and the north facing light coming into it.
My other colour to which I said “Are you insane?” about was yellow. It was my Grandmother’s favourite colour and to this day I still remember coming home to my Dad trying to surprise me by painting my bedroom a bright canary yellow. It was sort of like walking into a giant clown school asylum. That colour didn’t even last 24 hours before he repainted the walls white and we never spoke of it again.
So you can imagine my surprise when fast forward 20 (LOL 20…I wish…) some odd years later on a brilliantly cold winters day when I got a knock on my door and opened it to a surprise package from PARA Paints. Surprise presents at my door are always nice. Surprise presents in this winter (this is the coldest March we have had in 54 years) are even better. Send me any surprise presents you’d like. And wine.
In the package it was a nice container of Plantain Chips (PF52) a gorgeous sunny shade of yellow and PARA’s Colour of the Year in their Elite Suede Finish. It instantly stole my heart.
So why after all these years turning my nose up at yellow did I stare at this can of paint and eagerly await to crack it open to start using it? Well because this time it reminded me of a place that also stole my heart last year and that was the Big Easy, otherwise known as New Orleans (You can read about our trip here and in late April of this year because we’re going back next month!). A colour like Plantain Chips would feel at home with all the rich jewel tons of the French Quarter. You cannot look at this colour and not smile. It just brought back these great memories and I wanted to incorporate them in my home.
And while spring is taking it’s sweet ole time trying to show up outdoors, I am currently doing everything I can to bring it alive indoors. Hell I may just skip to summer.
So I got out the can and started to make a decorative bird house for my girls room and some planters for the future home office.
You know those moments where you start using a product and realize that you are officially an adult because you can fully appreciate a good paint versus that cheap no name brand that you used back before you knew better? This was one of those moments. Bad paint takes coat upon coat to cover anything. It feels dry and terrible. This PARA paint went on smooth as butter. Dried quickly and evenly. And I honestly could not smell that typical paint fume smell from this and I had the can right there in front of me the entire time.
I mean come on. This slays me. It screams happy! Makes me want to get Pharrell’s hat.
Ok not quite.
But I’ll definitely take the paint again. It really compliments the aqua wall in their room. I am just going to have to keep buying new yellow tulips every week. Oh darn it.
And for somebody who previously only liked the Coldplay version of the colour, that’s a good thing. Though my husband has a very different opinion on that song. And Coldplay for that matter. But that’s another blog post. Maybe one day I’ll write up about the time I ran away from Chris Martin because I was too chicken to meet him. True story. One that my husband also loves to remind me about.