Once upon a time, I was scarred. When Matt and I married, we lived in the most adorable little bungalow rent house. The house had a bay window in the dining room, big white trim, and light dove gray walls. But most importantly, the windows were huge. Even though we were poor college students, renting and eating peanut butter sandwiches for meals... our house was adorable. The sun shone through the living room windows in the morning and the kitchen windows in the evening. I became spoiled, although I was unaware until later. Until I was scarred.
When we moved away from our college home and to the 'big city' we rented an apartment. I was completely oblivious to the fact that the apartment complex had decided to paint all the walls of every apartment dark brown. If I had known this, I would have never signed the lease. On moving day, we arrived with all our worldly goods stuffed into a u-haul. I opened the front door and nearly passed out. Not only were the walls a cave-like brown, but all the windows were tiny. And... as if things weren't bad enough, the apartment building was positioned just so that none of the windows ever received direct sunlight. Ever.
I tried my best, I really did. I talked the apartment manager into letting me paint the kitchen and bedroom, but it didn't matter. Next to the brown light-less rooms, everything looked bad. We stayed there for a year. I tried to like it. I tried to talk myself into buying dark brown furniture and other matching 'things.' But I hated it.
So, we we bought our house, I made a mental declaration of war on brown, or beige, or anything else that reminds me of that lightless year spent in a cave/apartment. Maybe someday I'll overcome my personal prejudice to anything reminiscent of darkness... but until then, I'll covet houses like these...