You have my whole heart

While waiting to see what the Supreme Court will rule about the constitutionality of the Defense of Marriage Act tomorrow, waiting to see if the justices will strike it down and allow people of any gender who love each other to marry, I'm browsing photos of grown up bedrooms, because I am playing with the idea of completely redoing ours, getting rid of the desk and the computer there that no longer works, putting the printer in the armoire, filing papers, shelving books, throwing out magazines, clearing clutter. Time to move the home office and former homework central out of there and maybe bring in a romantic old-world candlelabra. My husband likes a white room, and I might too, except that sometimes I want to paint the walls midnight blue with red acccents, or turquoise and green, or shell pink and lemon yellow. Maybe that's why my husband likes white walls. He has no idea where my imagination might lead us if he gives in to color. For years we lived with rose-colored walls, then when we moved we decided on an all white loft-like feel to go with the maple wood floors. Now I might be ready for color again, at least brightly colored accents. Of course I haven't yet lifted a finger to effect this transformation, but stay tuned.

(Neither of these rooms is mine.)