From as early as I can remember, I always loved to decorate my bedroom. I loved how a space could visibly reflect my personality. My first foray into room decor was in elementary school. I painted my whole room (ceiling and all) a denim blue AND I left it splotchy "to look like the sky". I'm giving my younger self a major eye roll. Though my "style" was questionable at times, my mom was supportive of my creative ventures. She drew the line at my "black walls with glow in the dark paint to look like outer space" idea; good call, Mom. As a high schooler I loved my room. Looking back, it was sensory overload. Two orange walls, another hot pink, and the fourth red. Band posters, stickers, buttons, collectibles... all thrown together to create my happy place. Incase you aren't imagining it:
Yes, those are tiny drink umbrellas taped under my shelf. Because why not?! It was a train wreck. But it was my train wreck, so that's all that mattered. Thank the Lord that, as I've matured, so has my decorating style. I'm still all about eccentric accents- I recently purchased some collectible travel plates at Good Will that I can't wait to hang. I see quirky and weird decorative pieces as a challenge. Mostly, I've toned down the in-your-face color and replaced it with more sophisticated hues. And I've kept the tiny drink umbrellas where they belong- in tasty drinks.
the Pink Room
Now that paint is going up, my brain has kicked into design mode. I'm fighting the urge to hang photos and lay out the decorative pillows. Aaron doesn't enjoy filing online shopping carts with 278 different kinds of chandeliers for comparison later, but that right there is my jam. I love envisioning a space and the way it will transform. Up until this point, the house hasn't done much in the way of inspiring. It's hard to focus on the icing when your cake is crumbling underneath. Now patched and painted, the walls are transforming into blank slates, just waiting to be beautified. We still have a ways to go until I can really switch into nesting mode, but I'm so thankful (and honestly, quite surprised) that we've even made it this far.
So here it is, our still-a-work-in-progress #TransformationTuesday, Hess House style:
Surprisingly, the Pink Room ended up the same way it started- pink! But instead of a jarring Pepto Pink, I went for a much more appealing "dusty" pink. Part of my aim with this house was to give it some vintage quirks; it's an old house and I wanted that to show. I also wanted to give Addie a girly but sophisticated bedroom. So somewhere in the midst of all those ideas I settled on this color, "Ballerina Beauty".
the room formerly know as the Purple Room
While we still lovingly refer to this room as "The Purple Room" it is, in fact, no longer purple. It's a refreshing blue-green shade called "Rio Sky"- which was timely considering the summer Olympics. Having gone with such a dusty pink in the front bedroom, I wanted to use a brighter color across the hall. While someday we hope to expand our family, we are just the three of us (and a dog) at the moment. Which means that we currently don't need this space as a bedroom. For now this room will serve as a playroom & additional guest space.
the Guestroom/Future Nursery
Located on the second floor next to the master, this room no longer sports portraits of Lighting McQueen and Superman. I chose to reuse the same color that I currently have in Addie's nursery in the apartment- "Siberian Ice". I love this color- such a gorgeous and versatile gray blue. Someday this will be our nursery space because of its proximity to our room.
It's taken a hot second and some serious elbow grease, but I am no longer repulsed by our upper stairwell! The cat scratching post/perch is long since gone and so is the questionable chevron office carpet. A fresh coat of "White Metal" gray has really helped to clean everything up.
The rooms are starting to look like rooms, not construction zones! And our carpet is being installed upstairs this Thursday! Exclamation points all around!!! Our original goal was to be in the house by September 1. As much as I'd like to pretend that will happen, it would be nearly impossible (unless, of course, we just stop sleeping). Instead, mid-September is now our aim- and it's looking pretty promising. After that, I think we'll be sleeping until the holidays.
About the Author:
Tasha is a freelance artist, stay-at-home mama, and, in her husbands words, a lifestyle manager. She and Aaron are in the midst of renovating their 94 year old home while raising their sassy daughters, Adelaide & Emma.
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