This Pub is My Pub

This week was all about painting.  I wanted to make sure to paint the dining room before my husband came to his senses about letting me go with red.

The guy at the paint store did his very best to subtly convince me to reconsider by suggesting that I take the paint chips home and thinking about it.  Then he tried to convince me to take a few small paint samples home to try out on the walls.  Then, when he was calculating the amount of paint I would need, he said, "You're painting the red on all of the walls?"  In fact, I had to go back the next day for a few more supplies before I started painting, and he was still skeptical.  "So... the color is... okay...?" he asked.

I'd say the color is just fine:

My husband is putting on a brave face, and has decided that the color reminds him of an English pub.  And as he is an Englishman, I think that's probably a good thing.

Though, he would probably repaint the walls white if he could.

In other news, I start Danish classes at Studieskolen, so I will likely have an update on how that went some time soon.

Painting the Roses...err, Walls

Back in March, long before we moved to Denmark, I started to get the design itch.  It was probably because I'd been spending my days watching far too many episodes of whatever I could find on HGTV, but it lead me to write this post.

We've been in Copenhagen for just over a month now, and we have yet to really do much with the apartment aside from small projects like finding a brass lamp for the bathroom and scrubbing the floorboards.

Our furniture, however, is due to arrive some time soon.  Hopefully in the next week or so.  And that means that we need to get done any painting that needs doing.

After so many conversations with my husband in which he half jokes that I can paint the walls any color, as long as it's a shade of white, we actually agreed on a color for the dining room really quickly.

Ladies and gentlemen, he's letting me paint the walls RED!

Don't call immigration.  I kind of like it here.

Painting Denmark Red, White, and Blue

Is there such a thing as pre-nesting?

If so, I'm doing it.

My fiance has always been of the mindset that everything that's his is also mine.  It makes sense in theory, but it's still a tough concept for me to wrap my head around.  That being said, he's been referring to the apartment in Copenhagen as "our flat" for a while now, and since it actually will be "ours" once we're married, I've been trying to think about how to make the place feel like home.

Not an easy thing to do with a place that I've never actually seen in person.  I've been to the building, hung out with some of the neighbors, seen the floor plan.  But since a tenant has been renting the place while my fiance's been here in the US, I've only seen a few pictures of the inside.

So, lately I've spent a lot of time watching home renovation shows on HGTV, as well as loads of House Hunters International, to get a feel for European style.  I freely admit that my tastes are not nearly as modern as Danish tastes, and my fiance definitely has Danish tastes.

They love their clean lines and white walls.

I, on the other hand, have been working on warming him up to the idea of throwing some color on the walls.  And by color, I'm not talking about some other shade of white (much to his disappointment).

Sure, the Danes may be shocked an appalled by my choices.  But maybe I'll just embrace the American stereotype and be loud and brightly colored whenever possible.

Providing I can convince my fiance that "eggshell" doesn't count as color.