Bedroom Before and After

I think my husband is realizing that when I said I wanted to revamp the apartment a bit it was really just code for asking him to hammer, hang, lift, and paint to an excessive degree. He's been pretty great about it all despite a few frustrating hurdles along the way (who knew there were steel studs behind those walls?). It was just so "boy" in our industrial loft and while I'm not looking to over-feminize the place, a happy medium will do.

The first focus has been the bedroom and while I know myself well enough to know that I'll never think something is done and there are always ways to improve, at some point it is complete enough to be share-worthy.  Our bedroom went through a slow transformation process which all started with a coat of grey paint and I'm so happy with where we are today.

Bedroom Before:

OK so it's not the worst I've seen, especially for a dude living on his own, but those blue walls didn't quite offer the peace and serenity that I so highly value in the room in which we sleep.  We kept a few of the good basics like the rug and the bed, but the rest needed some work. The first thing we did was paint the walls grey (don't look at the edges too carefully as our painting skills leave something to be desired) and we slowly added bits and pieces over the following few months.

Bedroom After:

The cow portraits were a gift from Chip for my graduation from business school. I've been obsessed with the originals that hang in the Library Bar in the Hudson Hotel in Manhattan for years, so he found these reprints for me and I love them.

The swing light and the side table took a long time to find. Both pieces are from very small, independent designers which I think makes them so very special. The light is from a little shop called One Forty Three and the side table is by Katy Skelton who I have mentioned before in several other posts. She is so talented!

The poem which is framed on the bedside table was a gift from Chip when we were living long distance. Some guy named Tristan was just sitting on the street with a typewriter offering up poems and Chip had him write us one. Not that I know anything about poetry but I absolutely love it. It's beautiful and I think it really does capture where we were at that moment.

The framed picture of Chip is from our wedding day. We're not really picture people and we hardly have any around the apartment, but I just love this one. It reminds me of the pure happiness I felt on our wedding day and is a daily reminder of how lucky we are.

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