I still giggle a little to refer to Adam as a man.
It's a compliment really, that he's managed to stay as fun as the day I met him, but seriously, how weird to think of him as a man.
He says the same thing.
"I'm a grown-up now...?" is often expressed around here.
But in all the years we've been married, Adam has never really had his own "space."
I've had many spaces. He's made sure of it, but when we started writing musicals, it became really obvious that he needed a space. Pretty hard to record vocals with a heard of wild Walshes running around.
Hard to compose when you're in the middle of the chaos.
So when we moved this last time, we put it on our wish list. Offices for both Adam and I. We knew it was a long shot, so when we found this house, our office spaces were honestly part of what swayed us into making an offer.
That and the red door.
I know it seems silly that we concentrated our renovating efforts first into our work spaces, but we have a deadline and a show to write...and I work from home, so it is what it is.
Don't judge us. The ugly brown and green living room is next, I promise.
Anyway, Adam's office was a blank slate with a puppy covered wall paper border on the top. I so wish I got a picture of that, but he tore it down before I could, but here you can kind of get an idea.
The people before us really love the earth tones and several rooms in the house are a sort of muddy taupe. This space had no flooring, so really, it was a blank slate.
Adam painted.
This seems a good time to observe that all of Adam's clothes somehow become paint clothes.
We can't all have the pink and orange comfies that I sport when I get to work.
Hot stuff right there.
I did help a little, but truth be told, I painted the entire Colorado house so I'm not pining away for walls to slap color on.
Lest you think he was in this all alone...
Yeah, he had quality help.
After the room was primed and painted, I realized he'd chosen colors almost identical to the ones I so desperately want to get rid of in the upstairs of our house, but a man can love an earth tone. I suppose it's understandable.
We went shopping for new flooring, and he tried to talk himself into liking the cheapest possible floor they had.
This is when I objected. No way was he going to FINALLY have his own space and not put down what he loved...
As soon as he started laying it down, we were both really glad we spent a little more to get this floor. He has a hard time spending money on himself, but I kept reminding him he really deserves this. He's been through a LOT the past 3-4 years, and this room should be like a medal for still standing.
We shopped for a few more things but mostly used what we already had to pull it altogether, and while it's not completely finished (we want to add shelves in the back corner and a curtain over the window), it is coming along...
The thing I've noticed is that Adam wants to write and record more. He feels more creative and inspired when he's in there. (I so get this.) It's like a sanctuary.
I can sit there and listen to what he's coming up with, and we can meet and brainstorm about the show we're working on in a space that has a built-in creative vibe.
I love seeing him use this room...
And I love hearing the music flowing out of there even more.
There's something kind of special about saying "you deserve this" to someone who is always giving of themselves, and in this case, it's been a huge blessing to our whole family.
So what about you? Does your man have a cave? And would it look stupid if we hung floor length curtains as if that tiny basement window was full size? (Be honest.)
