It actually happened. I finally finished painting the rest of my knitting room! I've had a vision for a while but it took a while to execute it. First, the mirror. This is the huge resin baroque mirror that I've hidden for months behind my desk so Husband wouldn't be scared. It's taller than Junior, and was discovered on Craigslist, last July along with this amazing coffee table. An English interior designer moving home to England, how lucky could one be?
See the Before? I wanted to enter the room and be able to stare into rose colored glass via the mirror which would reflect the deeper pink wall on the opposite side. You can just stare into the most beautiful color in the world and it seems to go on forever.
I love that Mark, my friend and painter, gets this and gives me his two cents. I feel like a collaborative effort is often more rewarding than a lone attempt. He doesn't even laugh at painting a room pink (and Husband can't complain since he's left me alone all week, including during the storm that has just begun!) Mark paints with soft classical guitar strumming in the background, as he's also a guitarist and cellist, and husband to my dear friend, Cary. We're really lucky that they live just down the road! They even appreciate Husband's post-prandial Ministry of Silly Walks imitation as much as I do.
My desk is in the corner and I love to do my knitting design here. Since I know the light in that room well and how it changes over the day, I chose a very pale pink for the remaining three walls. I didn't test out the color, though, as only the very brave can do. I admit this was a stupid move and was worried when I saw how light it was. But always remember, if you think it's too light, it probably isn't. Good to have such important anxieties in these times.
Mark also put the second coat over the fireplace wall for me (here after my first coat.) The darker pink is Valspar Pink Flutter. As the light changes, the darker pink reflects and blends onto the lighter pink, Valspar Pixie Dust, giving an ombre effect. No amount of faux treatment could have achieved this!
Now, to segue to winter storm Nemo. The pink room has been a great distraction, for sure. Husband is soon to be stuck in Baltimore, in the air now from New Orleans (Providence airport is closed.) I'm dreading trying to shovel us out of 2 feet of snow by myself. I really appreciate the number of emails you guys have sent in support of my kvetching about single motherhood during a storm. You are all great and I can't tell you how much that means to me.
My temporarily lesbian cat is acting like a complete idiot, rolling around and following me while I take pictures. I'm constantly removing her from photos. Nothing is easy! The kitties know a storm is brewing and of course I'd be the only person alive to have a kitten in heat during the Blizzard of the Century. Now, I have to leave you and get some things done before being buried alive with no electricity. And in case you think Junior has been too boring lately, I just heard a crash/bang, bang, bang, bang/OW from the down the hall. Investigation revealed that he tested his sled out straight down the stairs. It's going to be a long ol' storm; I'm so glad I know First Aid. In case you don't hear from me again I hope I've left you with some good pink inspiration. Godspeed, friends!