Now, I’m not talking about painting a portrait, but a room. I would have never thought that people didn’t like to paint until my friend hired someone to paint her new home. My husband and I had also recently purchased a home. We had limited funds so hiring someone to do anything would have been impossible. The job was ours to complete and I had no idea how rewarding I would find it. I wasn’t exactly known as a person that liked to get dirty, so this was a surprise to me. I found the feel of the paint gliding against the plaster walls soothing. The radio played in the background as I wiped the spilled paint on my clothes. I learned to wear a bandana or a baseball hat to keep the paint out of my hair. There was nothing, but me and the paint. A chance to turn something old new again was a powerful feeling. I felt a little like God on 7th day when the job was complete and I looked around and thought “This is good.” I could make something out of nothing. That has always been and still is my super power. Looking back, it was so much more then I had thought at the time.
The textured look was in and it was perfect for the old farmhouse we purchased. The walls were cracking and even after numerous spackling jobs the cracks remained. A flat finish would never work. My masterpiece was our future living room. When our original plan didn’t work I discovered a solution in the pamphlet I picked up at the store. Plastic wrap! It took 2 of us non-stop to complete that room. To this day people still think it’s wall paper and not the work of 2 crazy do it yourselfers!
I wanted to avoid the sponged look because I had seem too many jobs that had gone horribly bad, but I did it anyway. This was going to be my son’s room and I had picked 2 perfect shades of blue. I unwrapped a real sponge that we had picked up on our honeymoon in Greece. I knew I had saved it for something. As I painted I thought about the wonderful trip we had and how someday my son would appreciate the bit of family history in his walls.
Our bedroom has a not so romantic story I’m afraid to say, but this pattern came from my second son’s cloth diapers. I had given several away, but a few were too stained. These were actually the perfect no mess applicator. I still laugh to myself when I think of how this room came to be.
I’ve noticed quite a few people are afraid of color. I had someone once give me a tour of their home and while every room seemed to be white to me they had a name for it. ( Eggshell, linen, etc…) I like to take chances. It’s paint. It’s forgiving. We changed the apt kitchen (Our house was a two family home when we purchased it.) into my son’s room. We kept the cabinets up for storage and painted them playfully. This is still one of my favorite rooms although its do to be painted again. Boys!
All these thoughts were brought on by my latest project. We are moving my son into a larger room and he picked this beautiful color. All the memories of all the painting came back to me. It’s my zen place. This room although not complete already has memories for me. The big smile and hug my son gave me I’ll remember for a lifetime. This is all about him and his choices. Instead of being told, “This is your room.” he’s being given a chance to express himself and make decisions. I had no idea how much of myself was present in these walls. When I look around I can say, “Hey, we did this. All of this.”