Next in the house tour: master bedroom and master bathroom.
The Master Bedroom: There’s not much to see…I haven’t really spent any time on either since we first moved in. The master bedroom was next on our list of projects. The two dressers and two nightstands were mine growing up. My sister has an identical set. It’s like deja vu when we go and visit her because the furniture is in her guest bedroom. The lamps we’ve had since we were first married 13 years ago…..one was broken and I glued it back together with super glue. No one would ever notice except for me.
The bed we picked up at a furniture clearance…no story behind that. The artwork I made one day out of boredom using some large oil stencils. I had just read a line in a magazine: Please love me. I call it my “Banksy-inspired” street art. (never heard of him? read here.)
We’ve always had white linens….and we probably always will. I love white sheets and white duvets. Crisp.
“Banksy” art in progress:
Mr. LBB’s closet is right off the bedroom. It actually used to be just an overhang on the side of the house. Since the roof was already in place all we had to do was pour a slab of concrete and reframe the corner of the house to add a large walk in closet. I built his shelves while he was at work one day. I designed and ordered from Easy Closets. All the pieces show up in numbered boxes. As long as you can follow directions it’s pretty easy.
(Weird thing about this photo is that hanger of ties….there’s about 50 ties. All 50 ties have disappeared! He doesn’t have a SINGLE tie. We’ve looked everywhere.)
Aww….we were so young back in May 2001. We got married in my parent’s back yard, where I grew up, in Charlotte, N.C. I remember that moment. I was telling him that the wedding planner was getting on my nerves because she was trying to keep us to a schedule. I didn’t want to do all the normal wedding stuff just because that was what was expected…we were married, that was it. Party!
On my side of the bed is a HUGE “jumbo” FAO Schwartz Patrick. I’m not kidding it’s the biggest stuff animal I’ve ever seen. Boo got it from my inlaws for her first Christmas. But now Diesel has claimed it as his own. It’s his bed, but he’s so small he just sleeps on the very tippy top of Patrick’s head, in-between the ears. I really don’t want a huge stuffed animal in my room….but I feel bad moving it. I’m sure prospective buyers are like: oh that’s cute, they have a huge stuffed animal in the master bedroom.
As much as I try, I guess I’ll never be an adult. It feels like romper room. CONTINUE READING