Nothing feels quite as unfinished as an empty white room. You know the kind I’m talking about-bare white walls, hollow space, echo-filled. Standing there in the middle, why, it makes you want to run and grab some furniture, any furniture, just to have something (anything) there.
This is the inside of the (then) newly finished new VFW Hall near where I live.
You would not recognize this room today. It’s used as a rental hall and (now) routinely gets filled with chairs, tables, kids, adults dancing, banners streaming from the ceiling. It’s a happy place, full of life-no more blank white walls for this room.
Until next time…