It snowed last night—we woke up to a heavy and wet accumulation of several inches. It’s almost totally gone now, and the wintry landscape is reverting back to a faded autumn. Colorado is so fickle.
I bought this little cabinet last year at a garage sale—for $3. I kept meaning to paint it. I never did, and we still needed a second nightstand. So I bought a knob ($6.99—seems exorbitant in comparison) and called it done.
The finish is kind of a mess—cracks, uneven sanding, the traces of a previous abandoned attempt at refinishing. I kind of like it, though. For now, it’s staying as-is.
Also staying: Bear, in bed. He is nearly impossible to remove, especially when there’s snow outside and he would much rather stay in the blankets, thankyouverymuch.
This is my side of the bed. I bought this nightstand a few years ago at TJ Maxx; I really thought that I wanted something vintage, but properly proportioned vintage nightstands are apparently like unicorns. I have one, which matches my painted vintage dresser, but it’s frustratingly small. For a while, I thought that I might find a matching (or somewhat matching) one to pair with this. I don’t love the fake-weathered paint, but the size and the storage are nice and it’s never bothered me enough to actually repaint (though maybe I will someday). After never having matched nightstands (or lamps) in Madison, I was really set on having them here. Turns out, I don’t really care.
Here’s the dresser—and a random antique mirror that I hung because I always hang mirrors when I can’t think of anything else. The closets are also on this wall. You can kind of see that this bedroom (though it’s smaller even than the bedroom in Madison) has vaulted ceilings and lots of windows.
I can’t quite figure out how I feel about those little half-moon windows. They’re kind of cute. Also, kind of fussy. The house came with the dusty, not so great blinds. I’m worried that hanging curtains will make everything look cramped, especially on the side with the dresser. But I don’t love the blinds.
It also has a Jack-and-Jill bathroom, complete with bare florescent bulbs, almond fixtures, linoleum floors, shiny green paint, and a mirror that can’t be hung until we have an electrician in to remove that hulking fixture and install a normal box. So, let’s not look at that—we brought the vintage-y Lake Louise print back from our honeymoon; the room really needs more art on the walls, but I remain afraid of pounding too many holes into the fresh paint.
There are so many doors in this room—I left out the folding closet doors because they’re hollow core wood and so ugly that I want to pretend they don’t exist. It makes furniture placement a challenge; the wall to the right of the bathroom door is all closet doors and the wall across from this two-door wall is all windows (a nice problem to have). The bed is against the only uninterrupted wall, and it looks a little sparse.
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