Yesterday was my father’s birth date, and I thought of him as I was shooting these photos of the progress in the office. Every time we moved–and there were many–pretty much the first thing my mother did was choose paint colors to make a place “ours.” I have so many mental pictures of my father on ladders in all our houses making her vision a reality.
We’re sticking with the same neutral in this room that we used in the rest of the living areas of the house. That normally wouldn’t be my thing–this will be my work and creative space, after all–but I think eventually when you see the floor tile and the furniture, you’ll agree with our decision.
