Bubblelips
I am looking for a french theme. I have this beautiful canvas painting that is made up of navy blue and light blue (french people dancing) that I want to hang on the wall. What color should I paint the wall that will go with the painting? I do not want to paint the room blue though. The carpet I have is a light brown color. Any suggestions?
Thanks yowza for the link. I'm not keen on yellow but I do like the marshmallow idea. White would look good but I want to see if there are any other colors that would look good first to have a bit of tint to the room. Any more suggestions?
~*Ashley Star*~ I like the red color idea. I will think about that one as well as the the marshmallow idea. Any other suggestions?
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Your right ...yellow is a very contrasting/distracting color. It is too warm of a color for a guest bedroom.
This is a guest room ...so you want colors that will relax and soothe a person who is sleeping in a strange bed in a strange place.
The blue color that you described on the painting is a great start.
Have you thought about a nice soft gray color?
I think a great color scheme would be a dusty brown with medium grays and the blue as an accent color. The brown and gray would be a great neutral pallet with the blue standing out as refreshing burst of color.
I would paint the walls in a soft gray ....then use the brown in bedding, rugs and throw pillows....then add a few gray throw pillows with one or two blue ones to the bed.
Save some gray paint to paint some furniture accent pieces to put in the corner of the room.
Get some French style lamps to put on the bedside tables and paint them in the brown or gray color. Add some blue fringe to the lamp shade to match the blue in your painting.
A dress form with a formal French style gown on it would look nice as a decorative piece.
A small table with a French teapot and teacups for two would be very romantic to put on a small table below your painting. (As if the people will come out of the painting to have their tea at any moment.)
Lots of ideas are out there in the French Provencial design style.
Your right ...yellow is a very contrasting/distracting color. It is too warm of a color for a guest bedroom.
This is a guest room ...so you want colors that will relax and soothe a person who is sleeping in a strange bed in a strange place.
The blue color that you described on the painting is a great start.
Have you thought about a nice soft gray color?
I think a great color scheme would be a dusty brown with medium grays and the blue as an accent color. The brown and gray would be a great neutral pallet with the blue standing out as refreshing burst of color.
I would paint the walls in a soft gray ....then use the brown in bedding, rugs and throw pillows....then add a few gray throw pillows with one or two blue ones to the bed.
Save some gray paint to paint some furniture accent pieces to put in the corner of the room.
Get some French style lamps to put on the bedside tables and paint them in the brown or gray color. Add some blue fringe to the lamp shade to match the blue in your painting.
A dress form with a formal French style gown on it would look nice as a decorative piece.
A small table with a French teapot and teacups for two would be very romantic to put on a small table below your painting. (As if the people will come out of the painting to have their tea at any moment.)
Lots of ideas are out there in the French Provencial design style.
Interesting story ideas? Thanks?
Jillian
Something a bit crazy, romantic and mysterious. Maybe based on a life situation. Something completely different. Thanks! (no rude comments, thanks)
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The last night of my life was eventful. I tended to the horses though my father thought it beneath me. It was uncomfortable job whiles wearing a fine gown and a corset. A carriage pulled up out side the manor. I watched my father approach the carriage as a young man stepped out. He was dressed finely with a long velvet cloak with a hood that looked like it was more used to keep the rain off his hair rather than to keep him warm. Father and he talked before father made a gesture to invite the young man inside. I watched until they were inside before I slipped in through the side door and ran to my bedroom were i changed. The stranger was unbelievably beautiful. He was paler than the midnight moon but just as enchanting, his eyes were such a light gray they were almost invisible (except the pupils, of course) and his long hair, which was tied with a blood-red ribbon, was as black as night. He sat almost lazily yet he looked elegant and as grand as a prince.
I made my entrance and the strangerâs eyes flickered with a red fire when they rested upon me. He stood and bowed as he took my hand and pressed his cold lips upon the back of my hand. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end, warning me the young stranger was dangerous. He straightened and watched me.
âMy sweet, this young gentleman is Theron.â father said with absolutely no interest whatsoever. âhe is travelling and needed a place to stay for a night or two.â I looked at my father for just a moment before my eyes wandered back to Theron. He was smiling slightly as if a secret was hiding behind those deep and aged eyes.
âWhere are you travelling to, sir?â I asked politely but my tone was cool.
âI hoped to visit an old acquaintance.â he answered. âfortunately, I started my journey a day earlier than planed.â
I had nothing more to say so I looked at my father. âwill our guest be dining with us? Or is he to eat in the guest room?â I asked for the sake of something to say. Father looked at Theron who smiled.
âI am not hungry.â he said. âbut I thank you.â I gave him a nod to show I had acknowledged the thanks. âin fact, I would appreciate it if you would excuse me and show me to my room.â
âDarling, could you. . ?â father began but I was already leading Theron to the room.
I returned to my room after I had dined with my father, and I began to change into my night dress. I thought I was alone and I therefore was surprised when a voice from the window said âyou have a beautiful body, miss Radella.â I gasped and span around but there was no one there. I heard a soft laugh and I felt lips against my neck. My breathing became harsh and ragged as I felt hands on my hips which slid up and across over to the place just under my breasts but not quite upon my flat stomach. âYou must leave.â I pleaded breathlessly as he nipped my earlobe and ran his fingers along my neck. His ghostly chuckle made my heart miss a beat.
âYour mouth says one thing but your body. . .â he kissed my neck while his hand moved down my body and passed my stomach. I bit back a moan. âyour body is saying another.â
âThen, please sir, listen to what my lips may speak.â I whispered.
âThere is no need to be so formal, Radella.â he breathed. âmy name is Thoren.â
âGoâ I ordered. He left and I climbed into bed.
I was asleep for, perhaps, an hour before I felt him crawling on top of me, under the quilt, and his body on mine. I gasped and ran my hands up his shirt and up his cold hard stomach. He hovered over me and I saw his face. The mouth that was his had two fangs retracting from his gums, it was then did I understand that he was not a creature of God but a creature born of lust and blood. He kissed me from my stomach, slowly travelling up to my neck and I let him take me. It was forbidden for a young woman, like me, to do something so dishonourable, to have a lover, but I did not care. He was my first which meant some pain on my part and proved that I was a good girl. Usually.
Then he bit into my neck and sucked on the wound, drinking my blood. He made me drink his too. I knew it was wrong but the pleasure made it worth it. Once we were done, he left me in my room feeling exhausted but content. I drifted off to sleep with the image of me, a redhead with dark blue eyes, beside the beautiful Theron. My Prince of The Shadows.
And that was the night I died.
* * *
that's all i got so far. use it and put it in your own words. I'd rather you did not use my words but you can still use this. i hope it helped.
xxx S.K.Foan. (I'm not joking, Foan is really my last name. my mum was going to call me Micro. say them together.)
The last night of my life was eventful. I tended to the horses though my father thought it beneath me. It was uncomfortable job whiles wearing a fine gown and a corset. A carriage pulled up out side the manor. I watched my father approach the carriage as a young man stepped out. He was dressed finely with a long velvet cloak with a hood that looked like it was more used to keep the rain off his hair rather than to keep him warm. Father and he talked before father made a gesture to invite the young man inside. I watched until they were inside before I slipped in through the side door and ran to my bedroom were i changed. The stranger was unbelievably beautiful. He was paler than the midnight moon but just as enchanting, his eyes were such a light gray they were almost invisible (except the pupils, of course) and his long hair, which was tied with a blood-red ribbon, was as black as night. He sat almost lazily yet he looked elegant and as grand as a prince.
I made my entrance and the strangerâs eyes flickered with a red fire when they rested upon me. He stood and bowed as he took my hand and pressed his cold lips upon the back of my hand. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end, warning me the young stranger was dangerous. He straightened and watched me.
âMy sweet, this young gentleman is Theron.â father said with absolutely no interest whatsoever. âhe is travelling and needed a place to stay for a night or two.â I looked at my father for just a moment before my eyes wandered back to Theron. He was smiling slightly as if a secret was hiding behind those deep and aged eyes.
âWhere are you travelling to, sir?â I asked politely but my tone was cool.
âI hoped to visit an old acquaintance.â he answered. âfortunately, I started my journey a day earlier than planed.â
I had nothing more to say so I looked at my father. âwill our guest be dining with us? Or is he to eat in the guest room?â I asked for the sake of something to say. Father looked at Theron who smiled.
âI am not hungry.â he said. âbut I thank you.â I gave him a nod to show I had acknowledged the thanks. âin fact, I would appreciate it if you would excuse me and show me to my room.â
âDarling, could you. . ?â father began but I was already leading Theron to the room.
I returned to my room after I had dined with my father, and I began to change into my night dress. I thought I was alone and I therefore was surprised when a voice from the window said âyou have a beautiful body, miss Radella.â I gasped and span around but there was no one there. I heard a soft laugh and I felt lips against my neck. My breathing became harsh and ragged as I felt hands on my hips which slid up and across over to the place just under my breasts but not quite upon my flat stomach. âYou must leave.â I pleaded breathlessly as he nipped my earlobe and ran his fingers along my neck. His ghostly chuckle made my heart miss a beat.
âYour mouth says one thing but your body. . .â he kissed my neck while his hand moved down my body and passed my stomach. I bit back a moan. âyour body is saying another.â
âThen, please sir, listen to what my lips may speak.â I whispered.
âThere is no need to be so formal, Radella.â he breathed. âmy name is Thoren.â
âGoâ I ordered. He left and I climbed into bed.
I was asleep for, perhaps, an hour before I felt him crawling on top of me, under the quilt, and his body on mine. I gasped and ran my hands up his shirt and up his cold hard stomach. He hovered over me and I saw his face. The mouth that was his had two fangs retracting from his gums, it was then did I understand that he was not a creature of God but a creature born of lust and blood. He kissed me from my stomach, slowly travelling up to my neck and I let him take me. It was forbidden for a young woman, like me, to do something so dishonourable, to have a lover, but I did not care. He was my first which meant some pain on my part and proved that I was a good girl. Usually.
Then he bit into my neck and sucked on the wound, drinking my blood. He made me drink his too. I knew it was wrong but the pleasure made it worth it. Once we were done, he left me in my room feeling exhausted but content. I drifted off to sleep with the image of me, a redhead with dark blue eyes, beside the beautiful Theron. My Prince of The Shadows.
And that was the night I died.
* * *
that's all i got so far. use it and put it in your own words. I'd rather you did not use my words but you can still use this. i hope it helped.
xxx S.K.Foan. (I'm not joking, Foan is really my last name. my mum was going to call me Micro. say them together.)
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