The house tour continues!
When we lived at Parkway
(which is what we called our old place and, for my own convenience, I
will henceforth refer to it by that name) we put a lot of work into
making it pretty. The living room, kitchen, and second bedroom all got
Our bedroom, however, did not. Not only did
we never paint the walls–which, incidentally, were 3 or 4 different
shades of not-white–we never even hung anything on the walls. We just
threw our stuff in there and called it good. FOR FIVE YEARS. I’ll be
honest: it was kind of a hole. It adequately met our sleeping needs, but
on the whole it was not exactly a room we wanted to hang out in.
is why I really wanted to make our new master bedroom pretty. Ideally,
it would be a peaceful sanctuary we could retreat to at the end of a
long day. Realistically, it would at the very least not be embarrassing
to show people.
Then we decided to move here, and my dream of a soothing bedroom was shattered by haunting visions of THIS:
This is exactly what the room looked like the day we moved in, dead leaves on the carpet and everything.
guesses as to where the bed originally stood. (We’re pretty sure the
previous occupants had a large dog. And that the dog slept in this room.
And also ran around and around and around with its filthy paws. Ick.)
seeing it the first time, I pictured Gloria from Modern Family dressed
as an evil village bruja saying, “Welcome to your nightmare!
Because seriously. What is happening in this room?
green and metallic gold sponge-painted accent wall, that’s what. Also
crown molding that stops mere inches from the adjacent wall.
Because that makes sense.
By the way, the gold and green mess is repeated on the entryway walls too. In case you were wondering.
Also, these people had put in–and upon moving out, taken with them–a TON of built-ins.
For example, the closet was in decent shape. It just didn’t have anything in it.
Not even a closet rod to hang things from. Nothing. They gutted the place.
And that is why we’ve been sleeping in the garden of bloody baby hands. The alternative was just more than I could handle.
a few days after moving in, we declared a jihad on filthy carpets and
hideous walls and started tearing into this room with righteous fury.
Tomorrow I’ll post progress photos. Here’s a secret for you: it actually
looks better all torn apart.