The Blue Above

Last night, just as I was getting out of Mr. Original's car, I pointed out the porch ceiling: It's a light, airy blue. I've noticed this before, while rocking on the porch swing, but tonight, I really noticed how wonderful and intentional it is. Even in the darkness, it sort of glows and looks as if the house has its own miniature sky, suspended above. In the daytime, it's light and cottony and pretty blissful. I let myself into the house and then into my little rented cupboard, and did a bit of research on the practice of painting porch ceilings blue. Apparently, it originates here in the south {though, really, closer to South Carolina}. Check out this NPR All Things Considered article {it's quite brief} for some fascinating reasons, as well as this information on the specific color, referred to as Haint Blue. Had any of you heard of this before?

When I own a cupboard with a porch, this is a tradition that I'll incorporate right away.