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Colour, colour, which colour do you choose?

So, I'm back with a week-long marathon agenda that has daily-prompts, an idea flouted by (who else?) the marathon bloggers, in a bid to get rid of the writer's block that most of us seem to be facing.

Today's prompt is colour

How the world appear if there were only black and white for colours? Dull, sad, cold, morbid even?  Colours bring a certain kind of warmth, sense of prosperity and happiness and smiles on the face.Imagine a fertile land with ample rain and shine. It has the grass always green and the blooms in myriad hues and sheen.



I'm in the process of doing up my home and spend hours on the net drooling over the fabulously done up homes. I love the traditional decor; the warm colours that add warmth and personality to a home. In my learning, colours can be brought inside a home in many ways. 

You can have colourful accessories like throw cushions, rugs, carpets, knick-knacks and wall hangings to complement a neutral color on the walls or have your walls coloured in lovely hues  instead. Green plants in colourful planters and lovely blooms in a well-maintained balcony is a feature that multiplies the beauty of a home. 
 
Another thing I have noticed is how light/lighting play an important role in bringing out a colour or brightening a dull corner of the home.


 I loved the warm hue created by the combination of the beautiful rug below:
Courtesy-Studio Ebony Bangalore

 Pics below are courtesy pinterest.com:

A bold colour on the wall,yet the effect is so stunning


Colourful cushions and carpets add so much warmth and eye-appeal

Greens add to the beauty, don't they?


With so many colours and options around, it is easy to drown and lose focus when it comes to home decoration.



Comments

  1. True. How do houses in magazines/ websites always look so pretty? Does anyone actually live in them?

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    1. Ha ha ha Jane!! You got me thinking :)

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    2. I know, these houses look too pretty to be real ;-)

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  2. These pictures are soo drool worthy, Uma

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  3. Lovely lovely lovely!! Drooling over the pictures Uma :) all these pictures make it so tough to decide which colours to use :(

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    1. Really tough decision..all the best to you! I'm sure you'll find the right mix.

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  4. Wow, I love colours any time any day :)

    Until later,
    Keirthana :)

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  5. I love colors...they are beautiful..:)

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    1. they exude so much class and warmth, no?

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  6. Gorgeous gorgeous homes. How on earth do you keep them that way with a pair of twins littering all the while? Can only envy the owners.

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    1. Exactly my question, even with one toddler in the house. My house always resembles a tornado-hit place with toys strewn all over. Sigh! :-(

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  7. pastels on the wall! :) i love that greens wala pic..i want a space like that!

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    1. :-) I want the greens too..:-)

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  8. Lovely colours! Me hearts pin interest.. How did we all without them before :)

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    1. I know..cannot imagine a world before google arrived, no?

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  9. wonder full blog ... n i love that lotus pic...

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    1. hey thanks, I clicked that pic :-))

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  10. I am a very colorful person though I do have a tendency to indulge in black-and-white thinking :P
    I hope you decorate your house in as colorful a way as possible :D

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  11. That rug is so vintage and pretty. I love those colors :)

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  12. All the best for your decor!! Loved the pics, we are forced to become better at finding pics online, aren't we ;) ?

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  13. Your pics made me want to look for a place to call my own now.......!

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