This week my friend Katherine introduced me to her Erin Condren Life Planner.

Why, Katherine? Why?

Seriously. If you remember this post, then you know I have issues with paper. Now I’m flat out calling it Paper Lust. And I have it bad. But that’s not what this post is about.

This post is about color. You may remember this post about ways I’m making February fabulous. It seems I didn’t say anything about color. I believe much of the reason February is so, ahem, tedious is because life becomes grey in winter. But for me it shall be grey no more.

Back to Erin Condren and the friend who introduced us. When I looked through Katherine’s planner, I noticed that vibrant color splashed across each page, starting with the print and then added in with fun stickers. Once home, I skimmed various posts about Erin Condren’s products. I noticed that her fans got creative: fun pen colors, washi tape (how did I miss that memo?), stickers—anything you can think of to make each page fun. And fun equals happy. And happy equals, well, happy.


Suddenly my long marriage to pencil or—at best—black pen seemed dry and empty. I looked at the sad pages of my planner (yes, I switched back to paper this January) and it hurt my heart. No wonder working from a list seems so tedious these days.

It took less than 24 hours (and a very kind husband) to convince me to take the plunge and order my Erin Condren Life Planner. I’ll talk more about that once it arrives, but suffice it to say the next 10-14 days of waiting will be painful. Especially after seeing so many fun, colorful ideas.

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Not being one to sit on my backside and wait, I decided to make a refrigerator calendar for our family. I printed March up in black and white, then added enough color to make me want to keep looking at it. Of course I used lots of green because, in addition to it being St. Patty’s Day, it’s my favorite color. To me, green speaks of calm and hope—growth. I’ve also incorporated plenty of yellow for happiness.


This one small exercise has inspired me to look around my home and see where else I can add color. There are already splashes of every color except purple. Considering that purple conveys extravagance, anyone who knows my spending habits will understand why that doesn’t describe me. And, surprisingly, purple can evoke feelings of gloom and depression—one more reason I haven’t welcomed it into my home (This is in no way a judgment on those who do.)

Our cousin Stephanie describes her home as an Easter egg. The rooms on her main floor are yellow, lime green, turquoise, Kelly green, and fuscia. As she puts it, when you walk into her house you either have a seizure or become incredibly happy. For me, it was happy, but in my own life that much color is intimidating. And I wonder—why? Is it because I want to play it safe by decorating with taupes and browns and using a black pen in my planner?

Neutral is safe. Everything goes with neutrals. No pallet is offended, but there’s also no sense of surprise or wonder. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good, warm brown, but when is the last time someone got really passionate about brown?

I don’t want my life to be brown or taupe or grey. I want my life to be green and yellow with splashes of every other color imaginable, both literally and philosophically. And if it has to start with a new planner and colored pens, so be it. I’m ready to take a break and get artsy any way I can.