Red is low on my list of favorite colors. I have no red clothes. The only red in my Massachusetts house is an enamel table that used to be my kitchen table, and now serves as a desk/place to stack books. I'm partial to blues and greens. Touches of pink and orange. White and brown. Not red.
But as soon as we started planning the country kitchen, I had to have red cabinets. I thought it was a desire to pay homage to the many barns in the area. But I think it's more than that.
Our country house is deep in a hollow, surrounded by trees, water, slate--cool things.
Winters are long and cold.
Red cabinets, like red flannel shirts, warms things up. So maybe it's all about context.
I don't think of red as being a seaside color, but this tomato red house in Provincetown is charming.
As is this painting by Provincetown artist Chet Jones (you're seeing a postcard here on the aforementioned red enamel table).
I love the red in the above three pictures, all taken in Provincetown.
So maybe I do like red.
Is there a color you think you don't like but secretly or subliminally you do?