I have many places that I like to write, on my front porch swing, in the car during sports practices or trips, in my rocking chair, even in the family room where our family computer is located. But my most favorite place to think and write is in my Sunshine room. The first room in my life I got to plan, from beginning to end, how I wanted it when we refinished part of our basement.
The only drawback to the room is its having no windows. Close the doors and shut the lights off, it becomes cave, dark to its core. To make up for that I wanted it to be painted sunshine yellow with daffodil yellow carpet and cream colored accents. John thought I was fanatical to have so much yellow put together in one small space. But, since he had given his word that I got to chose the room, he wistfully took roller to paint and prayed we weren’t making a big mistake. To his surprise, not mine, when all was said and done it was the most beautiful room in the house. He dubbed it my Sunshine room.
We went furniture shopping for my special room. After a couple of trips, I found an English Garden patterned overstuffed chair and ottoman that called out to me. I loved it, I bought it. We searched in vain for the vanity desk I so desired. I had seen them in the old movies and thought they were so glamorous. Each store we went into said they no longer sold them because nobody bought them. I found a beautiful one in an antique store one day, but the price was not close to my range. My heart broke. So, I kept searching until I found a cream colored computer desk that was simply a desk with 2 drawers that came with a matching bookshelf. I bought them. I found a fabric covered sitting chair, one that came very close to matching my English garden furniture, to go with my “vanity”. Add an old golden framed mirror from my late father-in-law’s collection and my search was over.
Although I am positive I will never see a picture of my room in a designer magazine, I thought I had done a particularly good job at matching everything together. Especially considering the design-challenged person I am. The room was finally complete. Well, almost.
Before I got my netbook, in the winter I sat in the cold part of the basement on this side of some leaky patio doors where I blanketed up to stave off the cold Iowa winters. The computer room by necessity had to be centrally located so my sons and husband could use it as needed. This past September, on our anniversary, my husband delighted me with my own netbook. A computer that no one else was allowed to touch, and given to me solely for my writing pleasure.
Now even on the coldest winter’s day I can sit basking in the Sunshine in my own special room. I can leave out my books, piles, and papers where I don’t worry about anyone touching or moving them. And since I am a collector and stacker by nature, that is a big deal. Believe it or not, the only time I ever lose anything is when I clean or pick it up. So if you hear someone singing off tune to a Temptations song, it will be me, in my Sunshine room happily writing in a notebook or typing away in my favorite little writing nook.