Seeing Green.

Meet Guest Blogger Catherine McCulloch: California flea market girl marries contemporary furniture guy and embarks on a new life combining chipped furniture with very expensive leather couches.

After living in San Francisco for so long my wardrobe was an ever-functional black, grey and dark denim. My apartment was cozy white, beige, sand, cream.

When I moved from California to Florida two years ago my eyes took some time to adjust to the symphony of color that people wear year round here. I maintained my monochromatic desires in both décor and wardrobe. It felt comforting to me to have a white sectional accessorized with a camel throw, taupe walls and a tone-on-tone camel rug.

I did venture into a pale blue paint for the guesthouse walls, a different pale blue for my baby boy Max’s room. A different pale blue yet for the dining room.

But now all I can see is green. Not the much-used-of-late apple green, and not a dark green either. But a fresh, crisp grass green.

I’m loving it. All of a sudden I see shades of it everywhere.






















A bag from Ikea.



















A sweatshirt from Old Navy called ‘grass blade’.











A Judy Ross Pillow.

Driving home this past weekend from the beach, my eyes were awakened by the beauty of all the fresh green trees alongside the road.

I have taken a deep breath and finally opened my eyes to the color that abounds in Florida. Leaving San Francisco was incredibly hard. But moving across the country to marry a man I fell in love with in a castle in Ireland is a beautiful adventure that teaches me lessons every day. If even something as small and delightful as discovering I too can love and perhaps even decorate with, green.

- Thanks for the lovely guest post Catherine!