I discovered something recently — painting a room isn’t all that hard to do. For 14 years my husband Sean and I avoided painting our bedroom. Fourteen long years of living with a color we weren’t happy with. That’s a really long time to avoid a glaring problem in the aesthetics department. There’s a backstory, of course. When I bought our home (pre-husband), the 15-foot-ceiling room was an eggplant color with a texturized gold faux finish on the original plaster walls. Daunting doesn’t begin to explain the feeling of defeat that I was feeling from painting the room. I went off on tour with the band I worked for at the time and hired a friend to paint the room for me. This seemed like the answer to my problems, because even if I had tried to paint it myself, where would I get a ladder tall enough? I picked out the color I thought I wanted and all would be fine when I returned home. I couldn’t have been more wrong.
For the next 13 years, I lived in a bedroom with a color I didn’t like that never got fully painted. The trim around the room never was completely painted and so, for all those years, I made do with a yellow room trimmed in eggplant and gold. I hid it well for a long time — until I couldn’t handle it any longer. I dreamed of a calming color with the trim painted in the same hue, like something out of an old British period film. My husband and I finally landed on Benjamin Moore’s “Gray Timber Wolf,” painted all the way up to the ceiling, all the doors, trim, windows, and I even painted the desk facing the now opened-up bay windows. I’ve never felt so calm in a room before. It completely changed the mood of the room in the best way possible. I even painted my hallway in the same color because I love it so much. It only took us two days to paint the whole room. Why did we wait so long?
Since we now have so much grey in the space, I decided to make sure there were pops of color mixed in with warm tones of wood, such as the dresser that was my great, great grandmother’s in the corner and the beer garden bench that sits at the foot of our bed. We switched up the bedding, opting for School House Electric bedding and matching bedside lamps in varying sizes. A throw from Evangeline and another found on a trip to India complete the bed’s look.
The walls are made from plaster, so we repaired previous damage from nailing into the walls and I decided to group art in a stacked way along the mantel. A bookshelf in the corner houses all of my son’s travel books and souvenirs in one place. We moved the bed away from blocking the bay windows and opened up the massive (yet still not long enough for this ceiling) curtains that once served as a makeshift wall behind our bed. The ceiling fan that came with the house (that never got used) was replaced with a beautiful fixture from Sazerac Stitches. It’s custom made to fit the room, so it doesn’t feel too small hanging from the tall ceiling. Against the gold ceiling plate, it fits perfectly. We also removed a large, old gas heater that we stopped using years ago due to the Co2 it was putting out into the room and the fear that I had that the room would explode every time I had to light the heater with a match.
Many pieces in the room are hand-me-downs or thrifted, but now the room is very edited so that it doesn’t become a catchall moving forward. There’s still a small room off of the bedroom that I’d like to one day customize with California Closets, giving me both a small office and a closet in one. Hopefully I don’t wait another 14 years for those changes. —Erin