My big girl room
Y’all may think that my 5 month hiatus was all fun and games, but rest assured, I did things. Lots of things. Things like work-things. Writer-things. Web-site things. I’d explain it all to you, but you’d get confused with all the things. It was exhausting. Some days even required me to get dressed AND put on makeup. It’s a wonder I don’t get paid for this.
I like to dream big. I’ve told all of you that I like thinking of big things, but my hustle is sometimes on vacay, napping, eating, or reading. If I was more insecure, I’d think my hustle was mad at me.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted my own space…to write, to dream, to execute these crazy dreams, to study, to pray, to be alone (hey, I am an INFP!); but, a “mom-cave” was simply an illogical idea. And, if I’m being real, I mainly wanted a place to hide from all the littles that kept calling me mom (if one of those littles–who is now older–is reading this, I’m referring to your siblings, not you. You are my favorite. Don’t tell the others). Now that my kids are a bit older (one is actually out of the house–what??!!) and I’m taking this writing thing seriously, I initiated a conversation with my husband about getting my very own big girl room. When I say ‘inititated a conversation,’ I actually mean I had been looking at office spaces and planning furniture layouts and color schemes with my sister for weeks prior to broaching the subject with Stef. Essentially, I was ready to sign a lease, move in, and start paying rent. I simply needed his blessing. Totally rational…especially since I don’t actually make an income. A point with which my sweet husband seemed to have concerns. Oh, he also reminded me that I’m a night owl and I would not want “to go into town late at night” to work in an office. Semantics.
He did, however, offer a plan B. He’s a problem solver, that one. And, his solution was bigger and better than anything I could have envisioned. We make a really good team. I help him hone his “logical” skills. I often offer up illogical thoughts and ideas and he has to use his logic to explain why “it’s not in our best interest to buy a new car, repaint the whole house, or adopt a puppy from the sidewalk outside of PetSmart.” I’m here for him. Iron sharpening Iron. It’s what makes a marriage.
We only park one car in our garage. Let me rephrase that, we only have room to park one car in our garage. Stefan explained we could use a corner of our garage for my office. My ONLY request was that it had a window. It’s easier to show you the pics…
Here’s the corner in our garage where my big girl room will be built. Sorry it’s dark, but we had this convo late at night and my excitement led to cleaning out the area RIGHT THEN.
I had a VERY small budget for this new space, but I also had VERY big ideas for how I wanted it to look (on the inside, not the outside). I bought the door and chandelier at our local Habitat for Humanity store, Restore, for $100. I knew I wanted horizontal planks painted white, and a black/gold/white/silver/pink color scheme.
We used fencing for the horizontal planks, nailed in a random pattern with different lengths of boards. I did not want any order to the planks.
And, here she is in all her white glory. Can we just take a moment and acknowledge the door? It’s my favorite door ever. And, I may have added a crystal doorknob to accessorize her already perfect physique. She has a clear window pane (is it called a window pane if it’s in a door?) which allows for more natural light. Also, it allows for my husband and children to stand outside staring in very quietly and scare the snot out of me. They all find this quite amusing. It is not funny.
I made a quick trip to IKEA for the rug and the bookshelves. I had the two desks from IKEA already. I also had the small bookcase, the black and white chairs (originally from Ross-$70/each), and the accessories. The desk chair was sitting in our garage. I bought it at a garage sale for .25 (yes, cents!) and spray painted it gold. It’s missing a finial at the top of the chair, but who cares. The gold desk lamp I bought from Goodwill for $4.99. I had everything else.
I’m going to put a canvas on the blank wall with one of my favorite quotes, but for now, the white space is oddly refreshing. I love how it turned out…but what I love more is what it means to me. It’s my very own space to give God space to move in me, to work in me, to work through me. I know I don’t need a designated space for Him to work in me; however, my space reminds me to give Him space.
The only thing missing is you sitting in that black and white chair drinking coffee and me in the other. What do you want to talk about? I’m totally serious…let’s have a conversation. What do you want me to write about? Leave a comment or email me firstname.lastname@example.org. It’ll be like we are sitting in my new, big girl room. Same, but different.
I better go do all the things. Those things that people with an office do.
Can’t wait to hear from you.