And actually, it looks like they had a great photographer to bring in some light. here it is when we moved our furniture in....Blah, Blah, Blah. I swear on my life that the light in that room got sucked right into the paint. It was a black hole for any light that dared to show its beautiful, sparkly self.
Initially, I wanted to paint the room a dark peacock blue, but again this room gets absolutely no light. So instead I decided to use a pretty aqua blue.
Personally, I've tired of the over stuffed, fluffy bedding. I seem to gravitate to the hand crafted, quilt-y look. And luckily, husbands Grandmother was a fantastic quilter, and we've had the quilt she hand made for him for years, but I was never able to really use it, until now. I confess, I was not happy with the colors.
The colors were just too harsh for my liking. We also had this amazing crochet coverlet his grandmother also made, it was just sitting in the hope chest for years. I spread it over the quilt. And I am ecstatic on how the coverlet makes the quilt look; like a kaleidoscope of colors. And it is all from his grandmother. Now truth be told. I still need to get sheets and a bed skirt, but all in time.
The room still has a ways to go, but the light has found its way back in. And I am a much happier gal.
The bath off to the side is tiny, but functional. Here is how it started off...
Of course I needed to add a bit of color, so in came the blue. I am still not sure this is the right shade. I think I want to go even lighter, just a barley blue shade of white. It is the debat I have every morning as I shower.
I realize that the mirror is a tad large, but it beats the teeny tiny mirror that was left and this is what I had on hand. Also, since the vanity is pushed right up against the wall, having the longer mirror gives us more room for elbows in the morning. This is a case of function over form, And I am OK with it.
I love this little sign that my Mother-in-Law brought back form Paris. Its the small details that makes me happy.