Now, this is not an easy confession to make. As my mom will tell anyone, I have LONG given her a hard time about her obsession with white. I would tease her when she said she was painting a room a "color" that was the palest possible shade, and thus "a shade of white." The only way I could explain finding the perfect shade of off-white for my walls (which my mom has been hunting for her entire adult life) is: divine irony. Yep, I'm sure God found that very humorous. :)
I can't tell you how incredibly liberating it was to 'fess up that of all the photos in my "decor file" (more on that later) the overwhelming majority of the rooms had white (ish) walls. Therefore, I should have white walls. *ouch* The style and accents were so different from my mom's style that I had automatically rejected white walls along with much of what I associated with "mom's style." Thankfully my decor file set me straight and I will never again stray...
...now to paint over that horrible blue in the office. What WAS I thinking!?!?