First Thing in the Morning

 

My husband and I decided that anything we do on the second floor (which includes all the quirky bedrooms and one scary bath) will have to be super quick and super cheap so we can focus our time and funds on the bigger priorities.  Once the downstairs and exterior of the house are complete, we’ll begin ripping apart the upstairs, uncovering the wood walls, ceilings and floors. 

before

Once again, the teensiest bedroom in the house has become our “master”… the smallest to date!  But we’ve determined to make it work.  More on that organizational challenge in a later post.

before

The first crazy week we were here, I painted over the sunshine yellow walls until all was well and neutral again.  But then the following morning I woke up staring up at this:

 
I’m into the whole texture thing but not of the popcorn variety.  Our ceilings are only 7 ft. high which means our top mattress lies just a few feet below, which means we lie even closer.  Mixed with the charming florescent light fixture and rusted air vent, it all made for the most unpleasant view first thing in the morning. 

 
Since we couldn’t take the time or the money to rewire a new light, re-vent the heating and air, and scrape off the popcorn, I decided to veil the uglies with a canopy instead.  I found inexpensive sheer cotton curtains from World Market and cheapo curtain rods from Lowes. 

 
We screwed the rod hooks to the ceiling in four places, and I sewed the ends of the curtains together to drape over the rods.  It turned out like a dreamy tent which brings back memories. 

 
I can’t tell you the difference it makes to the whole mood of the room… 

 
and to the mood of its inhabitants.

 
Although, Bailey’s mood is rarely altered.

 
Unlike me, he keeps a sweet disposition… 


 
no matter what he sleeps under

or wakes up to.