My True Colors



When someone asks me my favorite anything – book, movie, historical period, food etc. – I have trouble narrowing down my choice to just one. I always have more than one favorite. Therefore, I can’t have just one favorite color.  I have a few.   When I was in school blue was everybody’s favorite color so I chose yellow because I wanted to be different.  Turns out yellow is not my favorite color.  Blue is.  Two shades to be exact. And about fifty shades of white.  And orange.  Yep. Orange. And pink has even crept onto the list over the past few years….

Today I am sharing some of my favorite paint colors over at Decor to Adore,  the blog home of Laura Ingalls Gunn.    I came across Laura’s blog a few years ago and have been a follower ever since.  She is charming, gracious and has wonderful home decor ideas.  I would love for you to join me over there today for the rest of the true colors story, and while you are there be sure to look around her blog, she may just become one of your favorite reads as well!

Sweeping colors in Grace,


Sunday Scripture


Resting in Grace,



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Favorite Season – 31:24


Fall. Y’all.  I’m an Autumn girl for sure.

These are Just a few of my favorite things of fall:

1.  Cooler temperatures

2.  The splash of fall color



















3.  Hot Apple Cider

4.  The smell of Cinnamon

5.  A pot of soup simmering on the stove

6.  White Pumpkins









7.  My October

8.  Curling up all cozy with a favorite book

9.  Bringing out the quilts

Beth's Quilt









10.  The satisfying crunch of leaves under foot

11. Shades of Indigo

What about you.  What is your favorite season and why?  What are your fall favorites?

Falling into Grace,

Teresa (Sadie Grace)



Favorite Colors – 31:15

She Paints with many colored brooms…. e.d.

I can’t have just one favorite color.  I have a few.  When I was in school blue was everybody’s favorite color so I chose yellow because I wanted to be different.  Turns out yellow is not my favorite color.  Blue is.  Two shades to be exact. And about fifty shades of white.  And orange.  Yep. Orange.

1.  Cobalt Blue – this is my kitchen accent color.  kitchen bottlesI even have a cobalt blue chalkboard wall in my kitchen

croppedIf you look at the ceiling in the adjoining room you will see my other favorite shade of blue.

2.  A light aqua / Tiffany shade of blue.  I have a room ceiling and two closets painted this shade.  My front Porch ceiling is also in this family.


3.  Creamy whites. I also love Whites for decorating.  I drool over mostly white rooms.  Several of my interior rooms are painted Bleached Linen by Behr, but mixed in a Valspar paint.

cropped.workroom.This is the workroom before we moved in.  It had such possibilities.  I could show you a picture of how it looks now, but….well, we’ll save that for another day.

4.  Orange is also a favorite color.  It is my happy color.  It is a color that my sister and I have in common (we call ourselves sister orange, or is it orange sister?).  I don’t decorate with orange, although I did see a killer laundry room once with an orange ceiling and it was mentally filed for future consideration. It is from Mary Anne Smiley Interiors. In her collection of closets and utility rooms it is numbers 12, 13 and 14. Love it!  All her spaces are beautiful.

There you have it – a few of my favorite colors.  I also love the show of color that autumn puts on – especially those hot pink melting into red fire colored leaves. You know the one’s I’m talking about:

cropped.redtree.I hope you are splashing in color today.  Leave a comment and tell me your favorite color, or two, or three.

Splashing in grace,


Favorite Emily – 31:4

Everybody has a favorite Emily.  I’m sure. I actually know, or know of, a few Emily’s. I could probably find reasons to say they are all my favorite Emily, but today I will focus on the one long gone. She inspires me in so many ways, but she is elusive and often obscure. That is probably one of the many reasons that I admire her.

She has a way with words that is both simple and complex.  Sometimes what you see on the surface is not what is really going on below the depths. She adds hue to the words in such a way that you want to pick them up and use them to color your world. You know that somehow if you could borrow from her palette you would paint a masterpiece.

In her later years she lived a quiet life among her flowers, wearing white and seeing only those close to her. She preferred to correspond via letters.  I imagine she found it easier to relate from behind closed doors using the written word to convey her thoughts rather than converse face to face.  This too is just one of the ways I can relate to her.

Amherst College Archives & Special Collections is the home of the original.Emily Dickinson. Daguerreotype. ca. 1847 is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.
Amherst College Archives & Special Collections is the home of the original. Emily Dickinson. Daguerreotype. ca. 1847 is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

If you are not familiar with her, allow me to introduce to you Emily Dickinson, one of America’s most prolific poets.   After her death, several of her poems were found organized in portfolio’s and even more were found in a chest.  They were written on scraps of paper and untitled.  I too am a paper scrap writer, jotting down random thoughts on whatever happens to be available.  At our house scraps of paper cannot be thrown away without being read first, as they might contain the words to my great masterpiece. Or not.

Her poems are collected here if you are interested in reading them.  In closing I will share with you one of my favorite Dickinson poems.  Okay, maybe two.

She sweeps with many-colored brooms

She sweeps with many-colored brooms,
And leaves the shreds behind;
Oh, housewife in the evening west,
Come back, and dust the pond!

You dropped a purple ravelling in,
You dropped an amber thread;
And now you’ve littered all the East
With duds of emerald!

And still she plies her spotted brooms,
And still the aprons fly,
Till brooms fade softly into stars
And then I come away.

Hope is the thing with feathers

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Sweeping colors in grace,

Teresa (aka Sadie Grace)