By Nicole

So, it might be of note to admit to everyone that I am from Forks. A town that, until recently, was entirely unknown to everyone but loggers and hippies. A town now made famous by a woman who had never set foot on the Olympic Peninsula, but who wanted to write a book about vampires and werewolves traipsing around the darkest, rainiest and gloomiest corner of the United States.  And now here we are. Twilight is everywhere. Twilight has entirely changed the face of my town. And, I hate to admit it, has kept businesses open and brought a boost to an economy that has long been struggling. Twilight may well be keeping our town alive during this recession. So, I hate to admit it...and I also hate jumping on bandwagons. I resist fads and frenzies and going with the flow. Up until a month ago, I would never have dreamed of actually reading Twilight. I would much rather remain ignorant and decipher what I could from the endless lines of giggling tweens and giddy twenty, thirty and forty-so...

If only there were a place to begin... okay there is. Let's begin with my living room, never mind - actually, this story could begin many years ago... pieced together by bits and pieces of various magazines, ripped and stuffed into yellow envelopes and later carefully gone through and thrown away or meticulously taped into manila folders, next to paint swatches and pieces of laminate samples. This story is about my walk with color. Even before I knew I would have a house of my own, I loved the thought of picking colors for rooms and matching walls with chintzy second hand garage sale chairs and random works of art. I adored flipping through magazines looking at colors and trying very hard to ignore the neat and tidy rooms (see previous blogs). For all of my adult life I have rented white walled interiors and filled holes in with different brands of white toothpaste. I have eagerly anticipated the thought of planning my own color schemes... so the moment arrived. Enter Home Depot. I...