If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense.
My intense desire for a space of my own is probably due to several factors including but not limited to: coming from a large family, being a somewhat introverted person by nature, and being a creative person. As an adolescent, I had to share a room with my sisters, and even when I finally had my own room, requests to please not enter and please not touch my stuff were often ignored.
I'm sure lots of people, especially creative types, long for their own offices, workshops, man-caves, whatever you want to call that special private room. My boyfriend (Denis) and I are lucky enough to live in a house that has several extra unused rooms so I had my pick of the lot. I chose the one with the biggest windows and most space, natch.
So. Here I was. A room of my own, and I could do whatever I wanted with it. It always nagged at me that once I DID get my own bedroom, my mom wouldn't let me paint it whatever color I wanted. I mean, sure I could pick a color, but it had to fall under the "classic, muted colors" scheme. Bo-ring! This was finally my chance to throw magenta and black and purple on the walls and no one would be able to tell me no! Mwahaha! However, thank God I'm no longer 14 years old and instead have learned to appreciate things like natural lighting and classic colors. Still, that muted yellow already on the walls wouldn't do.
After some thinking, I settled on a plan for the room. The one big problem is there's no overhead lighting (for now), and while the giant windows are great when it's sunny out, as soon as it's gloomy, everything in the room gets dark. That, coupled with wanting a neutral background for sewing led to the most basic of basic wall colors.
After trying out two different shades of white you see above, I finally settled on Fundamental White from Sherwin-Williams (the one on the left hand side).
Two coats later and even Denis was able to admit the room looked a lot brighter.
However, I think even my mother would agree that a plain white sewing room is... well... plain. I had to infuse SOME creativity, SOME quirkiness, SOMETHING that would make it stand out, SOMETHING that during the dead of a New Hampshire winter would say "Don't worry, Spring will come! It won't always be cold and gloomy, I promise!"
So I painted a ray of sunshine. Okay, not a literal ray of sunshine but you get the idea. A bright spot in the room that I can look at and not see the the windows and pretend that it's not all dark and gloomy outside during winter.
Is my room completely finished? No, of course not! I still need to get a cutting table, put up shelves, organize things, hell, the paint isn't even dry yet! But it is now officially a room of my own. It is my work room, my retreat, and my very special place, where yes, everything can be nonsense if I so wish it.