When we moved into our house, I loved our bedroom in theory, but not in fact. In theory it was large, with three walls of tall windows, room for a sitting area, and had a loft above it perfect for my sewing room.
In fact, it was too big, with awkwardly-arranged furniture, and was Brown Everywhere: brown curtains, brown carpet, brown walls, brown ceiling, brown woodwork and trim. I simply could not get past it all to see a plan, until one night a few months ago, when I woke up in the dead of night with an entire vision in my head. I stayed up for hours, writing out ideas, sketching curtains, and researching online. And I didn't breathe a word of it to my husband.
After two months of covert planning and stealth-shopping and sewing, my husband left on his overseas trip, and I got to work. At the end of three solid days of painting, I had painted the trim around all ten windows, the baseboards, the beadboard ceiling (by hand! No roller!), our dresser, one nightstand, the legs of a footstool, a bench, and the entire bathroom ceiling, as well. Thankfully, I left immediately for a weekend at the lake with my family, before the paint fumes really did me in!
After I returned, I finished sewing the windowseat cushion, all the pillows for the room, and three London blinds. The five bedroom curtains and duvet cover had been sewn before my husband left, and I worked on the gathered bedskirt at night when he was gone, while watching old BBC movies, when I couldn't handle the thought of picking up the paintbrush again.
Now the room is done, and it is a dramatic transformation, better than I'd hoped. The only brown that remains is the walls ("Sauteed Mushroom") and the carpet. With cream-and-roses curtains, white bedding, and cream furniture, the walls are a good complement now, instead of looking dull as before.
My reward has been that the entire family loves it in here now, lounging in the windowseat, reading, or curled up in one of the chairs, looking out over the pasture and woods beyond, writing at the sewing table-turned-writing desk, or propped up in bed against a sea of pillows. (I am thankful to have a husband who agrees that every person should have three personal bed pillows!)
We have spent the better part of the last three days in our room, and what started out as a too-big, too-brown, underused and underappreciated room has become the heart of our home, second only to the kitchen, and I can definitively say all the hard work was worth it.
But I can also say this: I do not need another project anytime soon!