This room wasn’t terrible beforehand, but it was very “blah” and had never felt right in the three years we’ve lived here. You can’t tell from these pictures, but the walls were a pale taupe, which was getting totally washed out from the light from two large windows. Our trusty pine furniture (shipped from England) was looking very, very dated – and simply awful when paired with plum colored bedding and curtains.
A sturdy pine armoire with nice molding details also made the journey across the Atlantic. What can I say, you’ve seen something like this a hundred times before, right?
The style of the art wasn’t right (not to mention being hung too high!), and I was permanently tousling with whether the wall with the bed on it, or the wall to the right (which happens to have a water view and attractive vaulted ceiling) should be the focal point of the room. After digging out some inspiration pics of beds against windows, I figured, to heck with it, and moved the bed so that it was on that wall. We have a second large window (facing the bed in the photo above), so loss of light was not a problem – although bright sunshine did create a challenge for an amateur photographer-blogger in her after shots.
Once I decided I liked the new furniture layout, the real craziness began. It took me about 6 weeks to paint the bed, the drawers, the armoire, and the walls. Beloved Husband, poor thing, was recruited to do the ceiling. However, I kept the bedding and curtains, since they were only a couple of years old.
Here are our results:
Bed: painted in Behr’s “Swiss Coffee”
Lamps: Lamps Plus
(Thank you, Nester, for the courage to start this project!)
Chair: HomeGoods, re-covered in “Carmen Miranda” fabric
by Full Swing Textiles
Beloved Husband deserves a big public hug for putting up with all this mayhem, including not getting too spooked by a wall color that appeared a bit too brown for his comfort, and for agreeing to me painting his dearest pine. I took on a little more than I could handle with all the aspects of this project, and with hindsight, I’m lucky he’s still talking to me.
So, hush, don’t tell him, but the most sacred guy-space in the house – our home office – is next on my list…