Yesterday I attended the "Road to California" quilt show. It was fun to see what so many artists have pulled off with fabric. I was inspired. My husband and son came with me, the return of my favour of attending model train shows (Zzzzzzzzz) with them. Of course, they were silly and misbehaved frequently. After the tenth reprimand, I simply announced that for every episode of continued bad behavior, I would be making a purchase. I have lots of new fabric, trim, a lovely dichroic glass necklace, a few quilting books, new templates and software...their bad behavior was rewarded beautifully!
One of the quilt book authors/designers and I got to talking about studio design, particularly about colours in the room. I'm moving at a snail's pace renovating my studio, insisting on doing it right (removing peeling paint on the window and doors that dates back to 1955 vs. just sanding and painting it) as opposed to quickly. I've been waffling over paint colours for weeks. This artist has white walls. Ack! I can't do white walls! I can't imagine being creative in what would feel like a sterile, primered-but-not-painted room. Another colour may cast a bit of a reflection on my work, but I'd rather have ten halogen bulbs glowing bright white light in a room with a great colour than to have wickedly white walls snoring at me.
Time to whip out the heat gun and finish removing the last of that wicked paint. I want my studio!
