You'd think that in this house, we might not notice the extra grey so much, or bother about it. The Buckwell after all is an architect, with a strong leaning towards minimalism. (Colours are for accents.) Sometimes, I think if he had his way, even the sofa would be made of concrete.
We have a blue-grey dog.
A charcoal-grey sofa.
An elephant-grey throw on the end of the bed.
A teeny tiny hallway painted a deep shade of Dulux Maraetai grey.
Our steel-grey and black Mini Cooper S sits on the grey concrete driveway.
I am wearing a long cowl-neck jumper, striped with shades of grey and white.
The bathroom is bedecked with mouse-grey towels, and a bathmat the same shade as the dog.
Even our black and white cat - who just now came in sodden from the rain, stalked past me and jumped on the bed, putting brown muddy footprints on the white, grey and and green duvet cover - would look grey if you mixed his fur up better.
I am not complaining about the grey. But today's grey is precisely noticeable because until now, we have had weeks of gorgeous winter weather: lots of blue sky days, crisp frosty mornings and clear chilly evenings - perfect for sitting by the fire with a glass of pinot noir.
In fact, even my blog looks kind of grey today. And it's easy to see why - there are no pictures!
So tis born my new mission. More pics for the kids!
Just like the bright pink and orange cushions on the grey sofa, and the white, purple and red Danish light shade in the grey hallway, a few slapdash photos are necessary accessories to brighten my blog.
So here is today's. Our grey dog. And what a handsome chap he is.
Ah, what the hell, while I'm at it, have another one. This is the cat, posing on the grey sofa. Note all the fur he has kindly rubbed all over it because it's just after I vacuumed.
