I have always enjoyed the sound of the word whitewashed. It makes me think of picket fences and Tom Sawyer, cottage gardens and tall glasses of iced tea with a wedge of lemon on the glass rim. Whitewashed sounds so clean and so refreshing. And while it would seem that the only thing whitewashed in February in New England is the landscape, I am on a whitewashing frenzy. I have been in the basement as of late painting, painting, painting…white, white, white!!! Maybe inspiration came from my recent trip to Nesting on Main and Thoreauly Antiques (where my good friend Keri has a space) in Concord, MA. Or maybe, just maybe, I’m looking to be saved…from the winter doldrums…from my ever demanding brood…from complacency?
Here are some beautiful pictures of things whitewashed:
* Pictures courtesy of Country Living and Coastal Living
