To date, the blogs of my home have either been on the main level or outside. Today, we’re headed up the stairs to take a look at the master bedroom. I’ll admit up front, my confidence here is wavering a tad. I’ve been working on the transformation of this space for over a year now. I’m a big fan of French furniture, French decor, French antiques, Oui, S’il Vous Plait (google the pronunciation of that phrase–so easy on the ears). Although, the room is not complete (as I prefer collecting the items that speak to me–in French of course), it is with a lot of enthusiasm and a sprinkle of trepidation that I share the progress with you.
First, I’ll take you back. The following photos are before the French Revolution! This is the view as you step into the master from the hallway. The monochromatic soft gold though assuredly tranquil, lacks verve. (BTW: I see a clear “design don’t” above the bed! Can you tell me which design element was ignored?)
Now, we view the transformation. The “faux” finish line for the French Revolution is in sight (I laugh, for as lovers of home styling we all understand: There. Is. No. Finish. Line.) We keep in mind that the furnishing of a window nook and the search for the perfect french chandelier is ongoing.
A new wall color was the point of departure for the transformation. The quest for the perfect creamy, warm off white was arduous, but I’m greatly enjoying the payoff. Like most colors, this one takes on a different hue, depending on the time of day!
This photo was taken in full morning sun. What with practically being on the third floor (technically a daylight basement and two floors), the room is as high as a tree house, granting an inspiring sunrise any morning I’m willing to rise and shine!
(Aside: You’d think I would have a least a scintilla of morning joy as Little Nell had the most charming alarm clock imaginable. My daddy was and is the most joyful “morning person” conceivable. He woke all four of his children with a melody! Sometimes it was whistling and other times a full vocal rendition; the song was ever-changing but the melody was always cheerful and snappy! One I recall specifically went: “Get out of that bed and rattle those pots and pans.” I can hear it now. I’m told that most days he continued the singing and whistling on the job site!)
And we’re back to the blog at hand. Every piece has been acquired in a slow and thoughtful manner, procured one at a time. The budgeting process can slow things down as well, what with the offspring in college (blaa blaa blaa).
The French headboard was one of the most difficult to find, but persistence paid off. Initially, I planned to paint most of the furniture. However, at least at this point, I’m enjoying most of the pieces as I found them (no promises though).
I hope you have room in your master for a dressing table. I find the piece useful, to say nothing of the charm and Scarlet O’Hare feel of it all. This one did require some sanding and refreshing, not at all unlike what happens when I spend time sitting there each morning. I found the cheetah covered french stool at a local Antique Mall and knew it would play beautifully with the table, after all look at those legs!
The vintage decor was collected over time as well. The cherub held brass tray was found at a local consignment store.
The antique desk/etagere was a Craigslist find! The darling 80-year-old lady who sold it shared with me that her uncle had done his homework on the desk as a boy. She said it is at least 100 years old. It is a solid oak piece, and my initial plan was to bring back the original finish. Although that was not in the cards, I’m fond of the painted outcome. A future post will include details of how I achieved this finish and more photos of the piece.
The bed abounds with textures and layers for fall and winter. Although I understand the convenience and even confidence a bag set of bedding can afford, I prefer a look that is collected. The bedspread at the foot of the bed is beautiful tapestry piece from Italy. The colors had me at hello. Not to worry as the vintage Aubusson pillow brings us back to the appropriate European country for the re-do.
Even the antique 1930s French lamps were found on separate antiquing trips in two different cities, no less! I’d almost given up hope of finding a second one, but alas victorie!
I have so much more to show and tell about this still incomplete French Revolution Master Bedroom . But at nearly 900 words already, you’ll have to look forward to Partie Deux!
Not to mention, just inside those double doors is yet another play ground of sorts, the master bath! The refresh for that room is in the earliest of stages! Who knows how long that will take. I try my best to complete one project before diving head long into the next, but I make no promises 🙂