I like white. A lot. I think it’s clean and crisp and looks sophisticated. It’s easy to match too. I have several sets of white sheets and towels. And duvet covers. I’d even have white furniture if I could get away with it.
It’s not a particularly sensible colour to decorate with. And yes, I know technically it’s a “shade” not a “colour”, but whatever. And it’s definitely not practical as I have a black cat and a dirty husband. But that’s what the “whitest whites” setting and Borax is for.
Lately though, I’m beginning to crave colour. I’ve introduced hot pink and orange and lemon yellow hand towels into our ensuite. Which is, black and, you guessed it, white. In my defense it was decorated that way when we moved in and The Hubs and I weren’t prepared to rip down a roomful of tiles, physically or financially.
About a month ago, I bought blue sheets. With pink roses on them. There’s barely any white at all in them. And I like it that way.
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