I've never been good at saying goodbye or letting go, but it's been particularily hard to say goodbye to the color in my old house. I absolutely LOVE the terra cotta color in the loft. I wasn't able to use it in the new house. It just didn't look the same. I'm already thinking of repainting one wall in my studio in this color. My house is now very plain and uninteresting to me. It has been neutralized. Ugh!
And my purple kitchen. Love it!
Losing this wallpaper in my youngest's room was long overdue. He still loved it, but he's 8. Time to move on. I decorated it when I was pregnant with my 12yo. No baby ever slept in this room. Josh was the first and he was already 4 when it became his room. My mom used to joke that we only needed one bedroom.
But the absolute hardest part of selling the house is letting go of my mural. I'm still amazed that I painted it. I'm not a painter. I love Mary Grandpre's work, so doing this mural was a chance to step into her studio. I've stared at it everyday for the last 6+ years. I don't want to know if the new owners paint over it. Please nobody tell me!