This is a long one.
Three years ago, Greg and I moved into our home, we had no idea what we were getting ourselves into.
The above is a photo of the bed room that we took when we were first looking at the house.
When we very first moved in, we set up the room like this:
This photo was taken a month later; it shows you where the bedroom door WAS when we moved in.
I dressed as a southern belle for Halloween that year. I found that dress in a thrift store for $2.
While we worked on other projects throughout the house, the bedroom morphed also. It went from this:
and the closet of this:
To a different orientation of the bed, and the addition of some (on sale) orange curtains.
The different orientation of the bed kept the bed away from the door way. Before, one of our nightstands was right next to the door, so that when you walked in, the very first thing in front of you was the night stand.
The night stands have drawers.
We keep private married-people stuff in those drawers.
I won't get graphic here, but it is a colorful, eye-catching sort of drawer when it's open.
We moved the bed on a Monday after a weekend visit from Greg's grandparents. I had mentioned to Greg's Grandmother that I had a really cool Halloween costume (see above). So despite the fact that we had carefully put all of our energy into cleaning and straightening the REST of the house and mutually agreed to leave the bedroom door firmly shut, I invited her in, left her at the entrance to the bedroom, and scurried to the closet to grab the costume to bring it out to show her.
When I brought it out she seemed distracted. I put the costume away, and we left the room. She went out first. As I turned to close the bedroom door behind me - I caught a glimpse of the WIDE open married persons drawer, on display for my grandmother-in-law.
I think I blushed for a solid hour.
SO we MOVED the bed.
The previous purchase of the bright orange curtains made it mentally possible for us to whole heartedly embrace these $2 shelves we found at Pottery Barn Clearance in their Teen section.
That is one of our many love seats, the scuzzy carpet, AND the broken blinds all in one photo. That's talent people.
That's also my fish tank. I used to have fish in college. I liked taking care of them. Unfortunately, they died alot. And when the few I brought to Pittsburgh died, Greg strongly encouraged me not to get anymore.
But I know Eevee misses them.
The broken blinds happened in the middle of the night when I awoke to seeing a cat IN the blinds above the headboard, and then falling out of the blinds.
That was my effort to be artistic.
We collected all of those ledges and boxes from thrift stores and we painted them black and hung them on the wall. The only result was that Greg would regularly smack his head into them while getting out of bed and walking out of the room.
This was our closet "revamped".
I spent a lot of energy ignoring the shortcomings of what should be a relaxing and welcoming and private space. This year it became a source of pain for us. Both of us were unsatisfied with it. Both of us longed for something finished, beautiful.
The first thing we truly redid was the ceiling fan.
Somewhere in there, he got the brilliant idea that by putting up a garbage bag AROUND the hole (and himself) there would be significantly less mess.
On May 15th my husband told me that for my birthday, on June 12th, he would complete our bedroom. He would spackle, sand, rip up carpet, replace carpet, paint, and put the finishing touches on.
SO, we moved stuff out.
And we moved the vast majority of it into the craft room.
Then Greg spent weeks spackling and sanding.
Then we started to rip up the carpet. A big carpet store was having a sale, so we got an estimate from them and after getting them to drop their price over $1000, we accepted the deal. We scheduled it and then worked hard to get everything (painting) done in advance for it.
Because of Greg's perfectionism, we would also be tearing out the carpet ourselves, even though that was included in the deal. He just couldn't handle the idea that they'd tear the carpet out and do nothing about the floor board squeaks.
We started to take the carpet up in the closet. There were different kinds of carpet in the closet vs. the bedroom, vs. the hallway, vs. the stairs up to the attic.
Underneath the closet carpet we found this red carpet:
Underneath that we found newspaper.
I did save one or two clips. There were surprising and important things to remember in some of those papers.
Such as, did you know?:
Then there was the bedroom itself, first with its beige carpet, then with red carpet.
Then tapestry carpet.
Then laminate flooring - JUST ON THE EDGES:
And of course we found tile.
After all that was ripped out, there were still thousands of staples.
This was Sunday, three days before the carpet was to be installed. We called in as much back up as possible - but there was limited availability, and there were some set backs.
We had a friend edge the bedroom ceiling,
while another friend quashed the creaks and squeaks in the floorboard and stairs, while Greg sanded the door frames,
While I painted the banister and all the trim I could get my hands on. This is for another post, but we also carpeted the stairwell/hallway and so that needed to be painted before it all went in also - in addition to everything we were doing for the bedroom.
On Tuesday, I convinced Greg that we should postpone the carpet installation. The stubborn man agreed to postpone it... 24 hours. We were able to put in one extra night of work.
That night there was a terrible thunderstorm. I love thunderstorms so I was happy to hear the pouring rain and the cracking thunder. I was painting trim, and Greg was scraping, and two of our friends came over for an hour while we were tirelessly edging, and painting, and scraping and sanding...
Then Greg decided he needed a different scraper, so he ran down to the basement and all of a sudden I hear "HOLY CRAP".
Water was pouring into our basement, not from under our walk-out basement door, but UP from a drain in the middle of the floor. It was almost a fountain in the middle of the basement floor - and after racing down to see what the problem was, we all froze on the stairs, COMPLETELY unsure of what to do.
I ran upstairs, called an emergency Roto Rooter appointment, grabbed whatever towels I could get my hands on and ran back downstairs. Greg had disconnected the extension cord that had been hanging and half submerged in the water - plugged in - and was now lining up paint cans to get out to the fountain.
And then he took this big canvas drop cloth and shoved it on the hole, put a cement block on it, and stood on it. Eventually, it slowed and stopped, and then we packed it up and went back up to our painting. It was very surreal.
Apparently it flooded a second time - but we were more "live and let live" with the water then.
I fell into a dead sleep at about 1 a.m.
Greg stayed up all night working. He swore he would finish everything - painting every room.
But I love him for trying.
Greg stayed home the next day so that someone else was in the house. I was feeling relieved - the day had FINALLY come... until I caught a glimpse of these two standing at attention in the front office.
It didn't take very long to figure out they were staring at a bird.
I discovered the bird at approximately 7:55 a.m. I had to leave for work. The carpet guy was going to be there any second. The cats were having a blast stalking and watching the bird.
I made a conscious decision NOT to think about the bird. Or what the cats might do to the bird.
So we left for work, and the carpeting commenced:
When I got home, I discovered this:
It was beautiful.
My only complaint we had was that they underestimated the amount of carpet needed, so about 12 steps were left UNcarpeted.
But all was well, the carpet guy came back the next day to finish the job, and it was good.
Dexter also liked the carpet.
But he liked the leftover padding even more.
And despite minor setbacks like that, the carpeting brought us closer together as a family.
So, Greg spent another week and painted the bedroom. Then we started moving everything back in.
First to the closet:
And the other complication about the closet was that we wanted doors . Two separate doors. We called 12 door places in Pittsburgh - and NOBODY sold doors like that.
Now, between you and me, Greg latches on to things sometimes. When he latches on, he becomes minorly obsessive... He found a place in Ohio - an hour and a half away - that made these doors. At this point I was like, why don't we just get one door and be done? please? And he was like, No.
So we drove an hour and a half, there and back, to get new closet doors .
We moved in the bureaus:
And the bed:
And then we put the finishing touches in the room... including curtains, new blinds, lights, a new bookcase (NO MORE ORANGE SHELVES!) and a new comforter.
Now, I invite you to enter my sanctuary --- My Bedroom.
As you walk in, the bed is immediately on your left and the low bureau is immediately on your right.
This is a reverse look at the doorway into and out of the bedroom along the bureau wall. The Bureau is the same one we started with but we took the chunky hutch up to the attic.
On top of the bureau we have a table runner, two globe lights and an iridescent glass dish. Before the renovations, I used to throw jewelry on the bureau where it would accumulate till it resembled a nightmarish jewelry monster. While there will definitely still be casual placement of jewelry on the bureau - now I can aim for that pretty glass dish.
And continuing along that wall with the bureau is the doorway to our closet!
The door on the adjacent wall is to my mini-shoe closet. This closet is approximately 1 foot deep - not even deep enough for hangers.
Continuing on, you can catch another glimpse of what is probably my favorite bedroom feature.
Oh my pretty pretty book shelves. I loves them. They are wonderfuls. And the books are organized by color. YES color.
And front and center is my favorite childhood book. The tilted books just happen to be a few of my absolute favorites.
Moving onward to the far corner of the room is the second bureau.
This one also features two globe lights and a table runner.
The globe lights have cherry blossoms etched on them.
Continuing -- Next is the window that looks out onto our neighbor's beautiful brick wall. We decided it was safe to put the air conditioner there. Unfortunately, that means that the air conditioner, whilst conditioning, gently blows the gauzy curtains around. After 2 hours of watching cat after cat zip out from under the bed to attack the offending curtain - they were banned from the room.
And now the bed.
On the left side of the bed, which is Greg's side, we have a charger station that we got on clearance.
On the right side of the bed, we have the sexy new alarm:
A particular CD alarm clock has been with me for as long as I can remember. It has two alarms. It can play cds. It is amazing. Aside from my computer, it is the only stereo system I ever owned. But Greg has had some complaints about it over the years. He claims that sometimes, the alarm does not go off. Sometimes, after he sets the alarm, it will turn the alarm off by itself. And sometimes, during the day when he's sitting in silence, he can hear the beep beep BEEP BEEP of its increasingly urgent siren-song of GET UP NOW.
So I went searching for - and found - the PERFECT alarm system for us. And yes, it is sexy.
I may have gone a little nutty with the pillows.
But I love it anyway.