Left-brain leaning.

At one point in my life I was told I was a right-brained person. Actually, it was more of a statement of, "You don't have a left brain."
Where is that right brain now!? Have I severely overcompensated? So much so that my artistic side has atrophied?

Must be.

I'm trying to pull it together enough to decorate my new house. I swear all these colors look alike. Yet, I know the subtleties between eggshell and seashell. I was raised with the 64 box of crayons and could list all of them before I could spell my name. Where has this talent gotten me? I'm a freaking synesthete! But I swear if I look at one more paint chip I'm going to explode.

I keep being overrun with questions of, why does this matter? Who cares what it looks like? This seems like a lot of work. Do you really NEED to paint this? (and not just from my husband either)
I just was to yell back at myself, "YES!, I do NEED to paint this! I understand enough about subconscious influences that I need to change the color of that kitchen wall."

Sigh, enough of the ranting though.
Wouldn't this look cool in my bedroom?







Or this I almost can't decide....

Anyway. I have a floor full of picture books but I can't make up my mind on any of them. I know what I don't like and most of them are that. It's really frustrating. I'm a fan of minimalism, but in the region I live in (country, very country) it's few and far between.

I like feeling like I live in a spaceship or the future. I don't like dusting little glass figurines! If I see another table or book case design littered with this crap and it called "homey flair" something's gonna flair right out the window!

Sigh, I know I promised to be done with the ranting earlier...