We were just talking about what we should do with her bookcases, and when painting the insides came up she hesitated and resisted. See, she can't live with much color. (I think she birthed all of her color love to me.) She blames this on growing up in the 60's. She also can't stand anything paisley or avocado green.
She used to be quite the wild card in her younger years. She wallpapered her dorm room in tin foil and made her own artwork...
Looking like the hall monitor by day, but I found out what she did by night.
The Original Girls Gone Wild..
We had some good laughs at this one. I think her roommate is dancing the Pony.
When I first saw this pic I thought it was from Woodstock, but no.
It was the Kentucky Derby.
She was more Mod Squad than hippy...
So this got me to wondering if my color love will ever fade out. My mother doubts it. In fact this is what she thinks I'll become...
So anyone else oversexed with color?