Our bedroom sports a red tray ceiling. There's a story behind it all.
and I were getting married and we finally found the house that we
wanted to make a home. It was in good condition, but we wanted to do
some minor renovations to make it our own. Thankfully, my parents
offered to help us out. Because of their work schedules, they could
sometimes work during the day at the house, so we gave them the extra
keys. Honestly, I don't know how we would have gotten it all done in
time without their help.
One day upon arriving at the
house after work, my mom greeted me at the door saying, "If you don't
like it, we will repaint it." I had no idea what she was talking about,
but after living with her for 24 years, I knew she had something up her
sleeve. She led me down the hallway to our future master bedroom where
my Daddy was painting the ceiling red.
I LOVED IT!
I couldn't believe it.
not something I would have thought of on my own, and Brent certainly
didn't understand why anyone would want a red ceiling at first, but
over 8 years later, I am so glad my Mama stepped out on a limb and went
for it. They say red is the color of passion. Maybe it is, and maybe it
isn't, but I love my red ceiling, and red comforter, and red sheets....