I would never

Remember how I’m a dork? Well, in case there was any doubt…

I was watching one of those design shows on HGTV today that my DVR recorded for me. (Divine Design with Candice Olson, if you must know. She is the BEST designer on TV, IMHO. Her rooms are flawless. Elegant and classy. Totally livable and comfortable and yet full of style. And she has the best looking crew of guys — and well, that’s beside the point now isn’t it?)

Anyway, on this particular episode she was redesigning the living/dining area of a large two-story loft space. It was new construction and had very modern lines. On one side of the living area, there was a beautiful curving staircase, with oak railings and spindles. The wood was gorgeous. But she announced that in order to make the staircase fit in better with the room and to visually “lighten” that area, they would be painting all those beautiful spindles white.

Aaack! I am one of those people who gets ill when someone mentions painting wood. Not any wood, mind you — but really beautiful, well grained, rich looking wood just shouldn’t see lacquer of any kind. Well, that’s what I thought.

She was right. Painting those verticals white and leaving the railings that beautiful oaken brown, it made the staircase look a lot less heavy and overbearing in the room and helped your eye to see through to the other side.

But still. Painting real wood. I couldn’t imagine it. I would never do that in my house.

Then the episode was over and I went upstairs to bring down a load of laundry. As I ran up the stairs, I ran my hand over the oaken railing. And noticed my spindles.

Told ya! Complete and utter dork.