|Sweet Pea approves of ur makeover.|
Not everything is as it should be, or will be in the "final," "finished" room; but the room's ready for an actual guest - who will be arriving next week.
Wanna see the room "before"? Hope you're sitting down...
Toldja! Crammed full of music gear, a drum set, and 8-year-old carpet that was naaaaasty. The drum set was sold, and the carpet removed - Kress suprised me last week by removing the carpet and readying the slab floor while I was at work. Yay!
The white walls are really just primer'd white, from baseboard to ceiling fan. Bo-ring. One day there'll be a color in here...once I decide what that color is going to be.
|a garage full of crap that was waiting to go into the room|
Curtain, and the tablecloth over the wooden bookcase: already had.
Wooden bookcase: already had (actually, Kress' dad built that, a million years ago).
All of the bedding is new, from Kohl's - the only new pieces we bought for the room, aside from the flooring that we installed yesterday, which is the same flooring from Ikea that we used in the craft room.
The clock is the one from my sewing room.
While the room isn't finished, I do like the overall feel of it. The comforter is polyester, and feels pretty gross. It was a quick, cheap, "Oh, shit, we don't have a comforter" type thing. It'll do for now, but I do plan on replacing it pretty much as soon as I can.
There's Sweet Pea on the bed again. He and Rabi CLAIMED this bed pretty much the second it was set up and dressed - neither of them have left it since.
The more I look at this room, the more I really, really like it. It's kind of random and homey.
I'm pretty impressed with our materials estimation abilities, LOL. We ended up with only half a box of planks left over - not much to store, and perfect for finishing out the thresholds in this room and the craft room (whenever we get around to that).
This room still has to double as a music room, which will require some creative furniture arrangement in the future; but for now it's ready for company next week.
Tiny crappy screwdriver: not a nail set!
Whoops. (My bad).