So, remember when I said I was worried about getting the paint colour wrong?
I played it cool when choosing. I didn’t come home with 27 choices from 7 different colour families. I know my colours. I was looking for that magically periwinkle blue – pure, inspiring, beautiful. I looked at my options in the daytime, at dusk, be lamplight. I looked at them against the colour-blocked wall.
I felt sure when I settled on Lavender Twilight.
This was it.
Justin picked up the paint and we were ready to roll. We didn’t dive right in but decided to really do it right. I spackled any cracks and holes. Justin sanded. Then the moment came. Justin put that Lavender Twilight on the wall with one sure and swift stroke.
And I hated it.
His shoulders slumped.
“Let’s wait until it’s dry to be sure,” I said, trying to be reassuring but both of us knowing there was no point. I thought, “Could I just live with this colour?” Just exactly the question I asked myself when my precious desk arrived and one of the pieces was not what I’d wanted, “Could I just live with it?”
No.
I looked at the paint chips, my confidence rattled by the “fail”. How many cans of paint would it take to get it right?
So I walked into the paint store with an idea. I asked them if they could tell me the make-up of the colour. Maybe if I could hear the component pieces I could figure out what it was I didn’t like. It seemed to me there was something a little too pink, a little taupy, something that dulled the colour out. Maybe I could choose something else without the problematic pigment.
I explained my idea to the paint expert and he checked the formula: magenta, blue and black.
Now there was magic. The last time my life transformed and I moved into an entirely new space I picked a colour I adored for the walls: entanglement. What was it made up of? magenta, blue and black.
So what was the problem?
The paint expert said, “You know, it’s probably a bit too much magenta. Why don’t we do this. I’ll put all the blue and black in and then we can add a few drops of magenta, another few, another few, as slow as you like, and you can decide when it’s right for you. We’ll save the formula for you and put it on the can so you can get more if you ever need it.”
*blink* *blink*
“You mean…. it would be my very own colour?”
“Yep, you could name it if you want, anything you like. We’ll print that on the label.”
And that’s how I’m going to get my very own Studio Blue!
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Yay for your very own colour Jamie!!! Any idea what you are going to call it?
Thanks, Suzie! I called it Studio Blue – and I love it!
How exciting! So glad it is coming all together for you! Can’t wait to see the finished project. Thanks for sharing.
Amazing! How fortuitous!
This is super magic!
What a great story Jamie! Thanks for sharing it. And how exciting, too. Yeah for saying no and getting what you need to make the studio sacred.
This is wonderful. I wonder if any of the paint places around here do that.
Very cool! Funny how sometimes we can find a solution by just asking a simple question…wonderful! It is so nice that you found a ‘paint person’ so willing to be helpful. I can’t wait to see the office come together.
Jamie ~ How cool is it that you have your own personal “Studio Blue”?? I am so glad you didn’t settle…It would have bothered you every time you walked into that room. In the last couple years I have taken the “I am NOT settling” stance myself. Sometimes it costs a little more either in money or time..or both…but so very worth it for peace of the soul.
That is a beautiful thing – don’t you love it when the stars align????
Oh, this gives me chills! So many reasons: trusting your instinct. Learning to ask (’cause, well, why NOT? And we are often surprised by the resulting possibility that expands before us). Believing that our needs/deep desires matter, even if they might seem silly or frivolous to someone else. It’s important to US–it feeds our soul, for whatever reason. And that’s worth fighting for.
And sometimes? It doesn’t even take a fight. Just asking . . . and accepting.
Oh, how I love this. Thank you.
Here’s a paint story for your collection: I wanted a color that would remind me of a favorite ranch field of tall grass ready to harvest on a summer day, a golden color with a tiny hint of green and some brown; I wanted to feel the warmth of the sun, see the brilliant blue sky, feel the gentle breeze on my skin, hear the river babbling in the distance, all this I wanted when I looked at the color and sat in that painted space, so I described what I wanted as “the color of dead grass” and I am so, so happy with the result. I think we have a color image in our soul, we know just what we want, and how lucky for you to have your very own “studio blue” with the perfect amount of magenta.
Color is such a personal and important thing. Especially in a place like a studio. I’m glad you went right for the fix and didn’t try to ‘live with it’. Life is too short and a studio is too precious. xx