For the last 18 months my bedroom has looked like a college kid's dorm room. A man room, really (because it was all Seth's stuff, ha!).
There was nothing wrong with it… and honestly, I kind of grew used to the no rhyme nor reason to it… (because I didn't have to do ANYTHING whatsoever to keep it up… you know, like make my bed in the morning), but I just couldn't take it any longer. I had to settle in and make our room, OURS.
When Seth went out of town on his most recent business trip, I just went for it. I didn't ask, I didn't tell, I JUST DID IT and I had an absolute BLAST doing it!
And if I do say so myself, it came together quite nicely!
First and foremost, do you remember the quilt Seth's Grandma Sophie gifted me? The beautiful, beautiful, beautiful patchwork of art and cherished memories? You can read about it here.
Well… we had it made into a headboard! And once we picked it up and got it all secured, it was more incredible than I ever thought it could be!
Stunning is one of the only words I have for it.
But it proved to be quite tricky to design around because it is so bright and vibrant and has every color imaginable in it. So I had to build the whole room around it. I had to be very careful, tasteful and soft with my selections, to ensure that I highlighted the masterpiece quilt, rather than have it be a loud and an over-the-top mish mash.
Once the headboard was hanging on the wall, I knew the only color of bedding I could do was white (which I didn't mind because who doesn't love white!?). So I bought the cheapest white bedding I could find at Target, dusted off my design skills, and went to work.
I tossed around the idea of a few colored pillows to make it pop, but decided to pull out the neutral gray/earth tones of the 200 year old Kentucky Tobacco barn wood that framed the quilt instead. (I know the horizontal pillows look purplish in the photos…. don't worry, they're more gray.)
I'm not sure it'll stay there, but whatever. It looks cute for now.
I think our bedroom on a budget turned out really well…. but the best part is what it means to me.
On Friday, Grandma Sophie's husband (Grandpa Jack) passed away peacefully in his home. He was 89 years old, he was Second in command when he retired as a San Francisco Fireman, and he lived a good, long life. I only had the privilege of meeting this very special man a few times in the last few years, but he was true hero in every sense of the word. Loving, kind, full of stories, an all around genuine man.
And because of that, it is an honor to hang something so beautiful, something so exquisite, and something of so much special meaning in my house.
We love you Grandma Sophie and Grandpa Jack! And now, we will think of you every single day as your memory and goodness not only lives on in our hearts, but is now part of our home.
**What do you think? Do you have special treasures from the generations before you? Are any of them showcased in your home? I'd love to hear!