Showing posts with label bedrooms. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bedrooms. Show all posts

Sunday, May 6, 2012

Anne of Green Gables: Feminine Guest Rooms

"Marilla had been wondering where Anne should be put to bed. She had prepared a couch in the kitchen chamber for the desired and expected boy. But, although it was neat and clean, it did not seem quite the thing to put a girl there somehow. But the spare room was out of the question for such a stray waif, so there remained only the east gable room. Marilla lighted a candle and told Anne to follow her, which Anne spiritlessly did, taking her hat and carpet-bag from the hall table as she passed. The hall was fearsomely clean; the little gable chamber in which she presently found herself seemed still cleaner. . . . In one corner was the bed, a high, old-fashioned one, with four dark, low-turned posts. In the other corner was the aforesaid three-corner table adorned with a fat, red velvet pin-cushion hard enough to turn the point of the most adventurous pin. Above it hung a little six-by-eight mirror. Midway between table and bed was the window, with an icy white muslin frill over it, and opposite it was the wash-stand. . . . [Marilla] deliberately picked up Anne's clothes, placed them neatly on a prim yellow chair, and then, taking up the candle, went over to the bed. 'Good night,' she said, a little awkwardly, but not unkindly."   
Anne of Green Gables, Chapter 3

At one of my bridal showers, each of the women took turns writing marriage advice to me.  Most of the entries were bits of wisdom we've all heard before, like "Never go to bed angry," or "Be quick to say I'm sorry." Of course, I have failed miserably at both of these things, but sometimes an indignant huff or a pouty whimper from my side of the bed after an argument is exactly what the situation calls for. Usually my husband is too busy peacefully sleeping to notice my seething, but at least I feel better having made my feelings clear to the rest of the room.

The one piece of advice that I have been perfect at following was this surprising entry:  "Always have a feminine bedroom."  To this day I have no idea why that woman would have written that as marriage advice, but I've chosen to run with it (as evidenced by my current bedroom and baby nursery). I realize that my husband should also have some say in his sleeping arrangements, but I've seen him happily slumber on airplanes, in movie theaters, and in church pews, and quite frankly, I don't think it makes any difference to his quality of REM.  

For those of you that are better at compromise than I am and don't want to commit the entire master bedroom over to florals and chandeliers, I have assembled a gallery of perfectly pretty farmhouse guest rooms for you to enjoy since guest rooms are the perfect non-committal place to get your "girl" on.  












































Maybe these guest rooms are a bit "girly" for our masculine counterparts.  Then again, if Anne Shirley had been a boy, she would have been sleeping on a lumpy couch off of a hot kitchen.  I think any guy would have gladly traded those digs for one of these, lace and all.  Happy (feminine) guest room decorating to you all!


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Monday, January 23, 2012

... In With The New

(This post is by Erika- not Miriam. Blast you Blogger!)

Finally.  The paint is up, the fabric is on, and everything is tucked into place!  (Come to think of it, that sounds a lot like my ritual for getting ready in the morning.  Add "praying while standing on the bathroom scale," and you'd pretty much have it.)  The whole process of redoing the master bedroom has been a family affair:  my sweet hubby painted the walls, I wrestled with the sewing machine to line the drapes and pleat the bed skirt, and the baby vomited on the carpet to give it that "lived in" look.  I'd also like to thank Pottery Barn's clearance page for marking this Chinoiserie toile duvet down to half-off, and to Ballard Designs for creating pillows that I could never afford, forcing me to make my own.

Scroll mouse over picture below for a before and after look at the room.

While I relish the room as a whole, I have to say that the pillows are my pet love.  They turned out SO much better than most of my other hair-brained schemes, including my 6th grade perm, my stint as a violinist, and the three ballroom lessons that my husband and I took together before quitting to save our marriage.

Here are the Ballard Design pillows that I used as inspiration.
 
And here are my knock-offs. 

The best part--and I hesitate to confess it--is that these pillows are the product of 2 dollars worth of muslin, some scrap fabric from the bed skirt, and a metallic sharpie.  I simply printed the text onto computer paper, traced it onto the muslin with a sharpie and a steady hand, and sewed up the pillow.  And voila!  

I realize that sharpies aren't for everyone (like those with higher standards than myself who probably have a Ballard Designs credit card), but I'm starting to think I was on the "sharpie creation committee" in heaven.  Who knew those little hand-held darlings could make an ordinary pillow seem so perfectly romantic?

It all reminds me of a Charlotte Lucas quote from the 2005 film version of Pride and Prejudice:  "Not all of us can afford to be romantic, Lizzie."  

With all due respect, Charlotte, I disagree.  
We might not all be able to afford boutique burlap pillows, 
but with a sharpie in hand, we can all afford to be a little romantic once in a while . . .

Friday, December 30, 2011

Out with the Old . . .

Redecorating is a bittersweet experience at our house---bitter for my husband, and sweet for me.  For Christmas this year, he gave me a paintbrush in my stocking with a little note attached that said the brush came with "one paint boy."  I know this was a true gift of love because as much as I hate painting, he hates it more.  I swallow my aversion laying on the latex because I love the end result.  Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome, however, likes things the way they are---bless his heart.  So when I tell him that I want to repaint a room, he looks at me with that tilted-head-scrunched-brow-Elvis-arched-lip look.  "But why do you want to paint that room?  I think it looks fine.  Besides, didn't we JUST redo that room five years ago?"  Five years ago?  FIVE years ago?  Doesn't he know that five years is an eternity?  Five years ago, we had 2 fewer children.  Five years ago I fit in single digit jeans.  Five years ago our bedroom looked great in "cornflower" yellow.  But a lot can change in five years.  So this week, it is out with the old, and in with the new.  And by new I mean "seahawk" by Kwal.  But before I reveal the look for 2012, I've decided that it is only fitting that I pay homage to those cornflower walls that served us so well for so long (or so briefly, depending on who you ask).



Here is our bedroom all dressed up for Christmas.  I have an addiction to all cascading greenery.  Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome thinks it looks like a rogue mustache, but he indulges me anyway.



Rather than hanging our stockings on the mantle with the kids' stockings, I thought it would be fun to hang our socks on our headboard.  Besides, it was a great reminder for my hubby to see every day . . .
 


And even though I would have loved to have worked a pear tree into the decor as an homage to the 1st day of Christmas, I settled with a pear in a wreath.  Sorry, no partridges this year. 



I really did love this look for the past several years, but I'm just as excited with the new scheme.  Stay tuned for the reveal!  Happy New Year's Eve!  

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