Yes. We have a spare bedroom. I must confess that at times, it about kills me. Although it's nice to have one when we have the occasional guest in town, it is one of the only things about the house that is not a perfect match for us: its size. I think the spare bedroom and the office, as well as the living room and den, could all be combined into two rooms, really: one living area and one office/guest bedroom. All these extra spaces (a couple of them seldom used) seem to make this house a little too big for a family of three. Sometimes, it feels a bit wasteful to me.
For a while there we thought there might be another kid, so it made sense... But we now know that won't be the case, thus the house at times strikes me as being rather large - and decadently so.
At any rate. The guest bedroom. Let me share it with you...won't you come along?
The quilt was made by Bill's mother when we first started dating. It was originally intended as a gift for her bachelor son, but I love it, so it gladly got adopted into the collective of togetherness that has been our life now for... close to 12 years.
The nightstands (both yard sale finds)...
The dresser (found at The Screen Door, in Asheville)...
(Actually, let me pause here for a moment to admire this beauty...will you indulge me, just a bit? I love distressed furniture - a love that only those who love it, too, can understand, and those who don't...well - they simply don't do this to their furniture. Or if they do, they regard it as the ugly stage in the way to refinishing. I love to leave it just like this - really, it's crazy how madly happy just looking at it makes me..!)
The wood floors in this room were painted a glossy black. In a way, I was delighted; Bill simply stared in horror. Of course there were the really purple walls, too. And the zebra skin painted on the door. And there was some hot pink, too. And a little desk lamp with boa feathers. I think. Maybe the horrified look I'm attributing to the floors is misdirected. But I digress.
I was ecstatic because it meant I could paint over the floors - something Bill would have balked at had the floors been the wormy pine and oak of the rest of the house... But I adore painted floors. Especially in creams, grays and whites... They become such a neutral and soft background for everything else... don't you think?
The closet was added on at some point and is definitely not original to the house. You can even see the remnants of a fireplace hearth on the bottom right corner.... Anyway, the closet was cut out with an opening so crooked and low that no door would really work. Which gave me an excuse to do something else I really love - hanging heavy curtains high up, almost to the ceiling, to emphasize the beautiful height of the ones in our home.
And that, my friends, concludes the tour of our guest bedroom. Like I said before - it feels like too much of a luxury for us at this point... So we'll keep pondering this issue for a little while...
For a while there we thought there might be another kid, so it made sense... But we now know that won't be the case, thus the house at times strikes me as being rather large - and decadently so.
At any rate. The guest bedroom. Let me share it with you...won't you come along?
The quilt was made by Bill's mother when we first started dating. It was originally intended as a gift for her bachelor son, but I love it, so it gladly got adopted into the collective of togetherness that has been our life now for... close to 12 years.The nightstands (both yard sale finds)...The dresser (found at The Screen Door, in Asheville)...(Actually, let me pause here for a moment to admire this beauty...will you indulge me, just a bit? I love distressed furniture - a love that only those who love it, too, can understand, and those who don't...well - they simply don't do this to their furniture. Or if they do, they regard it as the ugly stage in the way to refinishing. I love to leave it just like this - really, it's crazy how madly happy just looking at it makes me..!)The wood floors in this room were painted a glossy black. In a way, I was delighted; Bill simply stared in horror. Of course there were the really purple walls, too. And the zebra skin painted on the door. And there was some hot pink, too. And a little desk lamp with boa feathers. I think. Maybe the horrified look I'm attributing to the floors is misdirected. But I digress.I was ecstatic because it meant I could paint over the floors - something Bill would have balked at had the floors been the wormy pine and oak of the rest of the house... But I adore painted floors. Especially in creams, grays and whites... They become such a neutral and soft background for everything else... don't you think?
The closet was added on at some point and is definitely not original to the house. You can even see the remnants of a fireplace hearth on the bottom right corner.... Anyway, the closet was cut out with an opening so crooked and low that no door would really work. Which gave me an excuse to do something else I really love - hanging heavy curtains high up, almost to the ceiling, to emphasize the beautiful height of the ones in our home.And that, my friends, concludes the tour of our guest bedroom. Like I said before - it feels like too much of a luxury for us at this point... So we'll keep pondering this issue for a little while...