the other night that I was painting our bedroom. About half way through the prep work, I was thinking I really wish this was done already.
What a relief when I woke up in a barely furnished beige apartment, huh?
But, actually, come to think of it, I did just paint my bedroom.
And this is how it turned out.
(Just kidding. We’ll call this before.)
This was last summer, as you can probably tell by the gentle mid-summer light streaming in from the east window and dancing off the walls. Or by Felicity’s shorter hair. It’s probably all the same.
(Those are my paint clothes, by the way. I wouldn’t normally put them on the internet but I thought you’d enjoy the contrast.)
(Of Felicity! Not my clothes. Just the contrast of Felicity’s younger self with her um, older…uhh… Oh! Hey, look! Another picture’s coming up.)
This is late at night, after the walls were primed. I stayed at the “woods house” for a week by myself with all the kids so that I could paint the bedroom. I could only paint at night and during naptime. Mr. French thought it must have been like a vacation or something.
This is after I painted but before we finished decorating.
If you’re paying attention (and I’m sure you were!) you’ll notice the seasons changed. We not fast decorators. Apparently.
Also, we should maybe think about curtains.
That’s a new picture over our bed. We saw the original (after we obtained this print) at the Cleveland Art Museum when we went for our 10th anniversary.
I’ve had that dresser for the last 18-20 years, I think. Mr. French’s was from his grandfather. Someday, maybe we’ll get matching dressers. (I just realized that I could say the same thing for the nightstands.)
I think this is the first time that we’ve actually decorated our bedroom.
Better late than never, I say.