At first, after moving here 18 years ago, it became a studio for my work with clay. The magazine said, BOLD EDWARDIAN. Orange really, but that name is so fashionable, and painting the room white to Bold Edwardian was complete. Though it may have shocked others, it gave me many years of contentment. A year and a half ago I said, “I’m done.” Samuel was silent, looking at me quizzically. No more desire to work with clay.
Transforming it into a guest room/grand-child overnight room without painting was a stretch, even for one who’d choose Bold Edwardian for a color. Finding a coverlet with all the weird colors together helped. (pink, peach, burnt orange, dark pink/red), but it was transformed from studio to bedroom, and was OK.
“Samuel, I want to paint the room a light peach,” I said.
“I have to fix that spot in the ceiling first, where it leaked,” he said.
And a few time over the past many months the question was asked with the same response. Finally, last week, I said, “I will paint the room, you don’t have to.”
After he thought about it, he decided he could fix the ceiling at a later date, and off I went a bit at a time. Getting up and down a chair tired me along with being on my feet for several hours, so it took 3 days to complete and feels so satisfying!