Have you not read Virgina Woolf’s short story, The New Dress or, The Yellow Wallpaper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman? When a client says, I just adore yellow–flags of warning start to wave in my eyes.
I have had an adverse relationship with the color yellow since 1992. During a stretch in Seattle when I thought I’d be come a faux painter, I practiced on the walls of my bijoux apartment transforming it into some Tuscan villa ca 1972 with an avocado green love seat and a Nuguchi dining table and peach silk curtains–all found in the basement of my former apartment building. I must say I worked what I had to a fantastic effect.
But, how could one pass up this lamp? The glaze with hints of burnt umber and its integral base is complete in itself. All it needs is a crisp linen lampshade and a bit of rewiring– at Hell’s Kitchen Flea Market.
As for having a yellow room, I’m coming back around to it. I would recommend the color for your guest room where you won’t be staying for any prolonged periods of time.
