I am contemplating painting my cottage living room . . .
I'd been thinking about it for a long time, but part of my inspiration, I think, is the deliciousness of
Caffe Trieste, where I spent many mornings during the break eating sumptuous pastries and savoring perfectly prepared lattes. This photo is of the yummy Italian yellow I am interested in emulating, though it doesn't really do the cafe (or the color) justice, because of the poor light.
The thing is, though, the colors I admire other places always seem more mustardy than I feel prepared to explore in the house. I wonder what it would be like to dare to go that direction. My room in Ann Arbor ended up being more lemony than I think I want to do here by the lake, if I do decide to paint.
