My biggest (and favorite) accomplishment from the weekend was this:
At last, a bedroom that looks like my actual bedroom! Literally, actually - like 90% of the things in here came from my room at the old house; even the paint color is similar (this is Glidden "White Bucks," a very, very pale gray; the old room was Behr's "White Clay", which was a warm white with yellowy-green undertones).
All of my old bedroom furniture is here. I didn't exactly want to throw it all into the same corner, but, that's the way the room works. Believe me, I'm perfectly willing to sacrifice options for that huge, glorious box window.
It ends up functioning like a little "work triangle", like you hear about in kitchen design - it definitely makes getting ready for work in the morning fairly hassle-free.
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| Interior With Woman Reading, Carl Holsoe, 1863-1935 |
In case you're wondering - and I'm not sure if I ever mentioned it before - my inspiration in this room (and its predecessor) comes largely from Carl Villhelm Holsøe's paintings of his home. I like Victorian interior paintings in general; but there's a contented tranquility in Holsøe's work that I really love.
I cannot get enough of this amazing, 16"-deep box window.
Rabi likes it, too.
In case you missed it in the pictures above, this is my Aardvarkadile. It's a crocodile with enormous, floppy, lopsided ears, because...well, why the hell not, right?
Hee.
Just in case you forgot, here's what the room looked like before I moved in - not a terrible blue on the walls; teal and gold inside the window box and all over a decorative shelf that spanned one wall of the room; linoleum tile on the floors.
There's also a hand-painted ceiling fan; it's still there, but I flipped the blades so that the plain, pale-wood-look side shows.
The pink duct tape on the window was actually holding one of the panes in place - about a week ago I removed the tape, the pane, and all the old caulking, and re-set the pane into the frame.
Things left to do in this room:
- baseboards will be installed soon by the tilers, who removed the old ones when they installed the new (gray, ceramic, wood-look) tile throughout the house
- there's no door on the closet. If I catch that curtain on my face and pull it down onto my own head one. more. time...
- what was left of my bedframe finally collapsed! Time for a new bed.
- The windows desperately need blinds, or some other privacy-protecting covering, underneath the sheer, white curtains. That window film, though lovely - even though it's mismatched - is practically transparent at night when the lights are on indoors. No bueno.
