It all started with two chairs, two hideously ugly chairs that I decided to take a chance on and recover in WHITE fabric. My sister in law at the industrial cottage did an amazing job recovering them, and the second they were placed in my bedroom I knew that the entire room needed to become white as well. Peaceful, tranquil white.
{I love, love, love the chairs. Thank you Molly}
Ben and I have been slaving away this week, trying desperately to finish the bedroom so we can move on with our lives:) After almost three months of work we are D.O.N.E. with both the master bedroom and bathroom. Yahoo! If you need a reminder of the painful journey you can see the before here.
My job this week has been to put together a picture wall. Weeks ago when Ben built my treadmill closet, it left us with a huge, blank wall directly in front of our bed. Lovely. He suggested that I fill it with family pictures as a way to remember those we love. Sounds easy enough, right? Well... sorting through old photos, painting frames, and placing items on the wall ended up turning into quite the task. But the end results brings tears to my eyes, because each and every picture is far too special to keep hidden in a box.
My baby girl in her ballerina skirt, 2 shots of sister love, and an old turn buckle we stole from our papa's shed to help us remember.
A picture of my father who died when I was three, and under that my big sister with her arm around me at Christmas time, in the box, a photo of my grandma as a cheerleader and my grandpa in his football uniform taken when they were still in high school ~ Each photo is priceless and cherished.
I could go on and on about each and every one of the pictures, but I'm sure you want to see the rest of the room because I worked really, really hard on it, right? Thanks;)
{Treadmill closet}
{Middle section}
{sliding closet door}
{walk in closet}
{My sister in law, Dee, painted this for my bathroom, but it was too beautiful to put where it wouldn't be seen. That's it above the dresser in the next shot}
There you have it, friends. A garage turned bathroom/bedroom right before your eyes. Mr. LORIENDEVON says we're done with projects for a while. And if you know Ben, you know a while means at least a few days:) Thanks for following along.