The Master Bedroom BEFORE:
Master bedroom, in the front of the house. Yes...another room with two tone paint.
The "area rug" is made up of black carpet tiles. Ugh.
At least the tiles have protected the hardwood floor from scratches.
The room offered a single six foot long closet to share. We had been sharing a six foot closet in the apartment four months; we could do this...
(and use the closets in the other five bedrooms for rarely used or seasonally used clothes)
Once several coat of primer had covered the vibrate avocado and yellow walls, it was time to pick a paint color. I knew I wanted something close to peachy pink, thinking along the colors of a blush wine.
Isn't that a romantic touch to a master bedroom?
I can truthfully say that artistically it sucked...
Um...it just didn't tip my apple cart as the saying goes.
We moved into our master bedroom in Mid-March, the day after our furniture arrived.
The windows still needs curtains...and I am still thinking of a large black and white check, but for now it is good enough with the wood tone leveler blinds.
fixture. Pictured with the lights off.
Good old Ebay...it is such fun to find retro ceiling lamp shades for a song!
I only stub my toes on it occasionally...
The little bird belonged to Bernie's grandmother, the one who owned the Japanese art. The bowl was a student art project at the college I worked at in Houston, and the bird eggs were from a nursery in Houston.
I find having accessories gatherer over time become a lovely way to remember people and places of my life.
While the slope of our lot makes this a second story window, it still feels more private having the trees break up the view.
around the box...the inspiration for the gift was lavender to represent the Sonoma area of their wedding and Salt Lake salt to represent the town where they met and would live together as husband and wife.
The idea is to use the mixture in cooking. I doubt I will ever do that...it is too special just the way it is.
On a trip to New Orleans Bernie and I were walking down a street in the French Quarters, and both of us glanced at a display of framed photographs in a shop window. We walked about a quarter of a block more before we looked at each other, and turned back to show each other the same picture that had caught our eye. We decided to buy it on the spot; it caught the mood of the French Quarter that pleased us most: a misty foggy morning before anyone is up and about. The lone cat sauntering home in the mid ground of the picture sealed the deal for us.
I can't wait to visit New Orleans again. Especially during the Christmas season...anytime in December it is just the best!