Do you guys have a room in your house that you've completely given up on and has just become a hidden place for all of your crap? That was this room. This spare room used to be what I affectionally called "Ted's room" (yes, Ted is our cat, who you will see modeling/getting in the way but still being cute here). It was an amalgamation of cleaning supplies, work gear, a ton of paper, books we don't read but aren't cool enough to pretend we do by putting them on a real shelf, and stuff I simply didn't know where to put but didn't want to get rid of. It was a room I did not enter unless it was to get something that was too ugly to be in another room (re: vacuum cleaner), and one that I had to frantically de-clutter and de-cat hair the three times of year we have guests.
Now, holy crap. Look at this place. It is a place I want to work in — a place that feels inspiring and bright. I don't hate it — I love it. I find excuses just to walk in this room. Its completion was inspired by some spray paint, a few weeks where my husband was away so I didn't have to answer the question, "Why did you buy a bunch of pink spray paint?" and, as always, Pantone.