Today, I have a card with lots of white space, more white space than I normally allow myself. I am coming to find out that I love white…. there’s something so fresh and clean about a coat of white paint on trim work or a door or, in this case, a card. The house we are hoping to purchase has lots of dark wood trim that is original to the (rather old) house and, while I understand that it’s provenance means I shouldn’t touch it with a paint brush, my white-trim-loving-heart is crying out for my hubby to sand and paint it a nice bright, shiny white. C’est la vie.