I walked into my sister-in-law’s living room last weekend and nearly hit the floor. She had “color drenched” the entire place. Walls, ceiling, baseboards, even the radiator—all the same shade of deep forest green. It looked like the inside of a giant avocado. I told her, “Linda, I love a good forest, but I’d like … Read more
I visited my nephew’s new apartment in Chicago last weekend. He had this “fiddle leaf fig” in the corner that looked like it was made from recycled soda bottles and sadness. It was shiny, perfectly symmetrical, and sat in a tiny plastic pot that wouldn’t hold up a pencil, let alone a six-foot tree. It … Read more
I never thought I’d see the day. I spent the better part of the last decade helping people rip out heavy corbels, scrub off fake ivy, and paint over “Tuscan gold” walls that looked like a jar of mustard exploded. But here we are in January 2026, and my phone is ringing off the hook … Read more
I walked into my sister-in-law’s house yesterday and I thought I’d accidentally entered a sensory deprivation tank. Every single wall was “Agreeable Gray.” It’s January 21, 2026, and we are still living like we’re afraid of color. It’s depressing. Outside, the sky is a flat sheet of North American winter gloom, and inside, people are … Read more
I woke up this morning, January 21, 2026, looked at my “millennial grey” living room, and felt like I was living inside a cloud of sadness. It’s freezing outside, the heater is making that clicking noise again, and my house feels about as warm as a stainless-steel refrigerator. Then the “color experts” finally did something … Read more
I’m tired of looking at the same beige suburbia every time I glance over the fence. Every shed in America seems to be that same sad shade of “builder’s tan,” filled with rusted rakes and half-empty bags of potting soil from 2019. It’s depressing. If your backyard looks like a carbon copy of your neighbor’s, … Read more