True colors

A year or so ago in a fit of "I should be a more colorful person," I bought a whole massive set of bed linens, pillows and curtains to transform my gray bedroom into a den of delightful color. Raspberry, orange, banana, aubergine and lime--it was a fuckin' fruit salad in there.

I gratefully put the brights away for the winter, but then a week or so ago, thinking that spring must come eventually, I got them out of the closet, aired them, and redeployed them.

This morning I couldn't stand it another minute. I folded all the someone-else's-colorfulness Ikea linens into a big neat folded pile, and got my grays and violets and cloud-colors back out.

Oh, the sigh of relief.

The moral of the story is: know yourself, be yourself, and don't waste a bunch of money at Ikea trying to meet a mythical standard of what interesting people should prefer in their interior décor.