I have this thing for purple. It started when I was very little. My mom decided (I think it was mostly her) that purple was my color and pink was my sister's. I always said purple was my favorite color until I hit the teen years. Then, in wild rebelliousness, I claimed green. Now, I can't name a single color. I just ADORE them all! But... at the same time, I seem to land on purple again and again.
Like way back when I chose the colors for my online maternity store.
Or, when I chose a color scheme for the living room: brick red, burnt orange, eggplant purple and green... ok, and black and brown too).
Or, when I chose a wall color for my laundry room. (I can't show you a picture of that because I chose the WRONG paint color. It's rather embarrassing. I should never be allowed to choose the actual paint chip for a room. The idea, yes, the actual shade, no).
So, when my husband asked me what color he should paint the new furniture he's made for our living room, I immediately thought, "Eggplant Purple!" It was a hard sell, but he agreed to a dark eggplant for the media storage table if we went with black for the TV stand. Fair.
And, here it is... my first piece of colored furniture ever!
I think we chose a nice shade, even though the red brick behind it makes it look pretty darn purple. What do you think? At first we finished it with round pull-knobs, but those looked ridiculous with the boxy design (we're IKEA fans). The new nobs still look small, but they blend I think.
And, yes, I am totally blessed to have a man who makes us furniture! Over the years he's made us countless pieces and right now he's actually making a new front door. ( I didn't know you could do that!) Before you get too jealous, let me tell you a dirty secret: he's a quilt-hater. Can't get him to like 'em, no matter what. I keep showing him new, cool/modern designs but he won't budge, persistently refusing to let me make a quilt for our bed. Miraculously, I still love him.