See how nicely the dark wood looks against the blossoms? That's how my wall will look with persian violet gates!
Trumpets! We have a winner! After buying SEVEN different colors of brown samples, for the brick wall, I finally chose one. The ONLY one that Nipper Knapp said he absolutely didn't want. But hear me out. The other ones looked too poopy, or to drab. The lighter ones, that I thought I'd love looked like nursing home spit up. I chose Willow. Nipper Knapp thought it was too grey and would look like cinder block. BUT...I had a revelation.
We both agreed that red gates would be cute, and they always say a red door will help sell your house and make it look like a home. The problem with that is we are not red people. We are blue people. Green people. Sometimes pink and orange people. But never red. It didn't go with anything about us or our house. It made everything seem very traditional, and our house is anything but that. I even tried a "parrot red" that had a lot of orange in it. But next to my lavender plants, the jacaranda tree, and purple and turquoise pots...Hey! That's when I had the revelation. We could paint the gates the same color as the jacaranda blossoms!
I didn't even have to go to the paint store. I have an entire drawer FILLED with paint swatches. I took the purples out in the yard and matched them as best I could with a fallen blossom. The true match would have been something too close to a unicorns and rainbow outfit I had when I was 9, so I went with a slightly more subdued Persian Violet. It looks amazing with the green, brings out the jacaranda. Brings UP the brown in the Willow. AND it goes with ME! Oh and Nipper Knapp says he actually likes it. Hooray! WIN!
Great. Done. Well except the painting part. When am I going to get a chance to do that? Who fucking knows. I'm a working mom you know. But aren't you proud that it only took 2 weeks to pick the color? Well, 2 weeks of talking, and a year before of thinking. Someone pat me on my em effing back. Then take my husband and kids for a long walk so I can eat ice cream on the couch in my underwear without being mauled. Daughters don't maul you right? They just sit nicely on the couch with you until they are 9, and then they tell you your'e whole life is a lie. I could live with that.
I used to be a single girl in San Francisco, and after that, a single girl in LA, before that I was a baby in Michigan. But then I met Nipper Knapp. We played guitars and smoked cigarettes (me for real, Nipper Knapp not so much), and listened to Wilco, and took pictures, and laughed at each others jokes, and travelled all over, and then we had a BABY. After the initial shock of our lives being rocked like a Scorpion song, we've settled into a new set of wildly entertaining endeavors, that I think the world needs to know about.
So who is Mrs. Nipper Knapp? A photographer, an actor, a dancer, a dreamer, a doer, a butcher, a baker, a candlestick maker. Actually I'm a really sarcastic shell of a person, who can barely contain my disdain for my fellow man. I'm a real people person. I sell stuff on tv. I love weddings. I like to embroider pillowcases, and grow corn in my backyard, and eat tacos. I'm obsessed with midcentury design, and lots of other things that white people are into. I'm a midwesterner living in Los Angeles, and I'm never going back. Except Christmas and Summer. I'm a Christmas and Easter midwesterner. Did I mention I grow corn...