The perfect house is painted the perfect colour.
Carl Jung saw yellow as the colour of intuition.
Van Gogh’s house in Arles was painted bright yellow.
Oscar Wilde declared yellow as the colour of happiness.
Claude Monet applied two sunny shades of chrome yellow to the walls and furniture of his house at Giverney.
A yellow room smiles at you.
Brings sunshine into your life.
Puts its warm arms around you.
Ours is a yellow house.
Yellow the colour of joy and happiness.
Yellow that fills our rooms with sunshine on the gloomiest of days.
I fill these butter-cup yellow rooms with books, paintings, wooden boxes, pillows.
A million memories.
A room that is lived in.
A room where my friends and family feel they can curl up in a chair with a pile of books.
My perfect house is perfect for me.
I’ve not spent a fortune. I’ve haunted auctions and thrift shops. Sewn slip covers and painted cast away furniture.
It’s without pretense or show.
It is home to be lived in. To feel relaxed and comfortable.
My home is the colour of yellow.