Color Me Bad

No, not the 90s boy band, but I sure did love them. Instead, let’s do a little learning, shall we? I was reading and I read something that I had to look up. At this point, I honestly don’t remember what it was. But I stopped reading and looked it up, which made me click on a link, which lead to another and another and another. And somehow, in the midst of all this, I ended up reading about manias, paraphilias and phobias. Basically, psychological terms for things that can be wrong with people.

Interesting, but heady, stuff, to be sure. So I read through these lists and was just sort of boggled by the whole thing. I mean, I’m a pretty educated person, but the sheer volume of things I didn’t know is kind of frightening. I guess knowing what I don’t know is part of my education, but that’s another story.

For instance, did you know that oniomania is an obsession with shopping? Or mottephobia is a fear of moths? I mean, that’s interesting. But then I saw a few that blew my mind. Now, I’ve long known of triskaidekaphobia, fear of the number 13. While being afraid of numbers is not something I get, I do understand the irrationality that is attached to that particular number. But, tetraphobia? Fear of the number four? What’s wrong with 4? Or how about hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia? Fear of the number 666. No, I’m not kidding. At this point, I’m more concerned about sesquipedalophobia, the fear of large words. (Seriously, even I couldn’t make this up.)

The thing that blew my mind, though was stumbling across porphyrophobia. The fear of the color purple. Purple! Aside from the fact it is my favorite color, I don’t understand. What is it that scares you? Color just is. It doesn’t do anything. How can it be scary? It’s like being scared of a piece of wood. Hylophobia. Nope, not kidding.

But then I kept looking and found.

Colorphobia – fear of color

Erythrophobia – fear of color red (also used for fear of blushing)

Chrysophobia – fear of color orange

Xanthophobia – fear of color yellow

Chlorophobia – fear of color green

Cyanophobia – fear of color blue

Porphyrophobia – fear of color purple

Leukophobia – fear of color white

Melanophobia – fear of color black

and, of course,

Iridophobia – fear of rainbows

All these years and suddenly my fear of chartreuse feels validated. I wonder what that would be. Since it’s a mix of yellow and green I’m leaning toward Xanthochlorophobia. I mean, come on.

Language, though, it’s a beautiful thing. Even if people are nutso, the words we’ve created never cease to marvel. And that’s how I abandoned my book for an hour of reading about strange words and writing this blog. Someday, if I ever write my book, expect one of my characters to suffer from a crazy fear, like koumpounophobia. Fear of buttons.

In the meantime, I’m more of a porphromaniac. One obsessed with purple. And a bibliomaniac. Obsessed with books. Perhaps even a logophile, obsessor of words. And that, my friends, is our very first TYNKYNK (for my new readers, that is Things You Never Knew You Never Knew, for weird stuff I like to teach on this blog) for 2016. I hope you learned something.


Purple Stripes

I’ve been meaning to blog this particular topic for some time now. It is my living room, in my new house. I decided, in uniquely Livlife fashion, that I simply couldn’t live life without “something different”. I decided that the something different should be stripes and that they should be done in my favorite color. Purple.

The idea was sparked by Project Runway. In its eighth season, the workroom was decorated in pastel purple stripes. I was instantly transfixed. I spent more time studying the walls than the contestants. I kept thinking…I could do that. When I put in the offer on my house, that whisper became louder and louder until I finally said it aloud. I told my mom, I’m doing random-width purple stripes in my living room.


That was pretty much her response. And the response of everyone who heard the idea. I think, that unless you saw the inspiration, the idea was pretty difficult to reconcile in your head. Even those of you reading might be a little worried I’ve gone round the bend. But, when you see it, it is a whole different story.

I ended up deciding that there would be four different colors of purple. Then it was a hunt (seriously, Home Depot and their three different palettes, Ace and their four different palettes, Sherwin Williams and three palettes, and Benjamin Moore) for paint samples. I finally found the four purples of my dreams. Concord Grape. Plummy. Kimono Violet. Vigorous Violet. For the curious, Plummy was the color that started it all. When I saw it, I knew instantly that it was the purple I had been looking for. Concord Grape is then one segment darker on the same sample sheet. They were perfect. I didn’t like the softer colors nearby, so we kept hunting. Eventually, Vigorous Violet popped for me and Kimono is one darker than that. I held the four together and I knew they were the right colors. It was amazing.

They were dark colors, and I knew that, so it influenced my original design. Fortunately, I have a high-vaulted ceiling and a long (20′) wall that would absorb dark colors well. It was clear that this needed a professional touch. Not that I couldn’t do it, but it would be really hard. Plus, the highest peak of the vault is over the staircase and well…that just seemed dumb to attempt it myself. (And by “myself” I mean my mom…obviously).

So, the hunt for painters began. I used a website that I adore called Servicemagic. You simply put in your location and what the job is (anything in home remodeling/repair) and they will connect you to local contractors in your area. They go so far as to have the contractors call YOU so you don’t have to do hardly any work. I loved it. I got four appointments out of it and I set up one on my own.  Five different painters came out to do the estimates.

I won’t bore you with the details, except to tell you this. My dad, upon hearing that I was alone, in my house, having four strangers come to meet me said to my mom, “she’s by herself? Call her every ten minutes.” Cute, right? My mom called once and told me that and I asked her NOT to call me every ten minutes, I would be fine. And I am.

I chose my painter, Jim, during the phone call, before I even met him. When he called me, I just got this gut feeling about him. I knew from his voice, his demeanor, what have you, but I knew. He was the first painter I met with and I liked him even more. I told my mom that he was the one before we met him and then after, she agreed with me. She said there was just something trustworthy about him. He knew his stuff and was so genuinely likeable. But, I know that isn’t why you choose a painter–I needed numbers. After all the estimates were in, his was second lowest.

I didn’t know what to do. So I called Kelly’s husband Mark. Actually, I was talking to Kelly and asked if I could talk to Mark. Mark is someone I know and trust and his opinion means a great deal to me. I know he’s smart and super-professional, so I wanted his opinion. (Not the first time, and I doubt it will be the last). He told me that if I wanted Jim, I should give him the chance to lower his bid. I never even knew that was an option. I followed Mark’s advice and ended up with the painter I wanted at the price I wanted. It was incredible! And Jim actually thanked me for giving him the chance to adjust his bid. (If you’re in the market for a house painter and want a number…let me know. I’ll happily recommend Jim from Moving Presentations!)

So, eventually we got it scheduled and Jim showed up and painted my house. End of story.

Nah…not even close!

What happened was that before he could paint, he needed to know WHAT to paint. I had to design and create a diagram for the crazy stripe wall. I came up with a template and moved color and spacing around. While I wanted it to look random, it couldn’t actually BE random or it would drive me crazy. Jim worked off the template and painted the stripe wall, the staircase wall, the living room and the dining room. He did it all in 1.5 days, by himself. And it wouldn’t have been 1.5 days if he hadn’t had to let it dry overnight to finish the stripes.

Here is my living room the night before Jim came:


The staircase wall is to the left, the “stripe” wall is the right. I didn’t do “before” shots of the dining room because..well who really cares?

Here is the same shot after night 1:


Crazy, right? The staircase wall is finished–that is Plummy from floor to ceiling. The stripe wall is 1/2 done. Every other stripe is finished.

Here is a second shot of just the stripe wall:


I couldn’t quite fit it all in, but that is about 18′ of it.

Here is the final result:


Incredible, right? I was actually speechless when I saw it for the first time. And if you know me…that’s saying something.

Here’s just the finished stripe wall:


I tried to get as much of that light streaming in as I could so you could really see the colors, but I am not that good of a photographer. Apparently I should stick to designing stripe patterns, I rock at that.

This is the dining room:


That wall is directly opposite the stripes. I decided to bring in some purple so the room didn’t look lopsided with bright and dark purples on one end and a soft, pale, gray on the other. The wall color is Sleigh Bells by Benjamin Moore. I then pulled some of the Concord Grape down that way and did just a few touches.

And, lastly, we have the stripes, as viewed from the Maine Lobster kitchen.


Pretty, right? I know. My house is awesome. Fully of color and whimsy. Just like me!

And, if you stuck it out, you know why I took so long to blog this. It was just a long damn post.