The Re-Redecoration of a Guest Bedroom: From Dark and Disturbing to…Squirrel!
I’m pretty sure the best interior designers are just as left-brained as they are right-brained.
They analyze space, scale, proportion, natural light (and probably lots of other variables I can’t think of) whilst, at the same time and with no effort, letting their gifted arty minds fly free to envision fab chromatic combos and unique whimsical spins on ordinary objects (like footstools that look like farm animals).
They’re savvy.
Deliberate.
So wise.
They aren’t scatterbrained.
Meaning this. They don’t get tricked into buying 23 gallons of paint in any old color just because a local home improvement center with limited color-matching technologies is having its Annual Fourth of July Red, White and Blue Paint Rebate Sale. Nor would they ever settle for semi-gloss when they want eggshell just ‘cuz Home Depot ran out at the tail end of the sale.
Continuing the hypothetical, even if our mythical decorating superstar was to have such a momentary lapse of reason, he or she wouldn’t go total dingbat and get distracted by BOGO neon hot posy pink and acid grassy green throw pillows on sale at MacKenzie-Childs.
Right?
I mean, there’s no way any true design luminary would spend days obsessing over MC’s floofy garden-inspired cartoon abominations before she finally tear-asses off the couch and breathlessly busts out the Visa.
Right??
After all, there is a reason this sort of crap goes on sale.
Right???
But . . . wait a minute!
Let’s assume our hypothetical design superstar had a little fricken’ ADHD for a sec and actually stumbled into such an amateurish paint and pillow blooper. Do you think he or she would then let such gaffes dictate the decoration of an entire room?
Uhhhhhh, no.
Not gonna happen.
Because the best designers are both edgy and disciplined. Fantastical and self-controlled. Original and focused.
Bitches.
How to decorate a dark, cramped room: Paint it light, bright, and airy!
July 6, 2016. Yeah!
Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to Home Depot we go!
Doop, de doop, de doop.
I’d been engaged in a very high level analytical and painstaking paint color selection process for about a month.
That’s such a lie.
I started obsessing over colors the first time I saw our gorgeous Victorian on Zillow about 7 months earlier. I then continued my Pantone preoccupation in a nonstop trance until Mike finally snapped me out of it.
“Today’s the last day of the 4th of July sale,” he reminded me in a stern tone. We were getting ready to paint about 3,000 square feet and ten bucks a gallon off Behr Marquee interior paint was prettttyyy hard to resist. I really wanted Benjamin Moore, but that would require driving an hour to Traverse City or an Internet order, neither of which I was willing to do.
Seriously. What kind of eccentric orders house paint online or spends two hours driving to get it when Home Depot is only 5 minutes away?
Duhhh.
So, with purpose and conviction, I marched with my hubby into HD. Clutching my stash of annotated color cards, I beelined to the paint section where they already knew me very well. I was the one who bought 98 sample pots and appeared unemployed. Hard to forget.
Not as embarrassed as I should have been, I began peeling color cards off the deck and slapping them on the counter one at a time.
“We’ll take 4 gallons of this in eggshell and 2 gallons of that in satin and a gallon of this in eggshell and can you match this and that and this and that and that, that, that?”
Whack, whack, whack went the cards until the counter looked like the full visible light spectrum.
I chatted away, trying to stay focused and not get sidetracked at the last minute by the other 3,000 colors in the giant card caddy behind me. That was really hard.
"What? You don’t have this in eggshell? Or satin? Sure! I’ll take it in semi-gloss," I say.
The lady gives me an uncertain look then says, "Is this going in a kitchen? A bathroom?"
No, I explain. It's going everywhere except the kitchen and bathrooms.
"Okaaaay," she said before continuing, "I guess your walls will be very, uhhh, . . . wipeable, but are you sure?” She then goes on to explain the differences between semi-gloss and eggshell and what finishes generally go where.
“Yeppers,” I say. “I know, but it’s on sale. Have to take advantage of that sale!”
An hour plus and about $800 later, I was skipping and twirling out the door.
Woo hoo! I LOVE to paint and I can’t wait!
August 2016-ish. By the end of August or so, I’d finished roughly a third of the interior painting all by my little self. I mean, it would’ve been a third if I hadn’t repainted half of it. And I still wasn’t too happy with the Lapis Lazuli semi-gloss spanning the walls and ceiling of a vast entry hall, staircase, and upstairs hall. It looked like an oil slick exploded in our house.
But I had to move forward. The pressure was on. Our friends Mike and Lynn were planning a fun-filled drive out from California to visit us in September and I wanted to make their stay simply delightful. Which means I had to do something with the second-floor guest bedroom, starting with paint.
The guestroom was pretty dark and dreary, even on its best day. Its two big windows don’t let in much light, mostly because there is an almost zero-lot line three-story Victorian about six feet to our east. Handy in the event of a fire, because our guests can just jump out the window onto the neighbors’ roof. But it’s not great if you’re shooting for light, bright, and airy.
And light, bright, and airy is just what I wanted.
My first plan for banishing this drabbery was to paint it a hap, hap, happy, soft pastel yellow. I loved the cheerfulness of the guest bedroom at our house in California and figured I’d get the same result if I carbon copied the paint color. I therefore had the HD lady color match Benjamin Moore’s Provence Crème with the hope our new guestroom would turn out like the old one.
It didn’t.
I got one wall painted then stopped. I realized painting a smallish, poorly lit room a light color doesn’t always translate to a bright and sunny space. Sometimes, going with light-colored paint in a dark room just makes the walls look dreary and dirty, which is how they looked in this case.
Moreover, there is at least one layer of striated, textured wallpaper under who-knows-how-many layers of paint on paint on paint going back over 100 years (not to mention a few ginormous plaster cracks). The light wall color just accentuated these flaws and made it all look even crap, crap, crappier.
Despite this, there was NO chance of me sanding the walls and stripping wallpaper that probably was installed some time before the Bolshevik Revolution. I was equally unwilling to go back to Home Depot for even more paint. At least back then, I was way too ashamed for THAT.
So, I dug through my existing stash of paint cans in the basement and found an ‘ol favorite: Benjamin Moore’s 2011 Color of the Year, 2016-20 Vintage Wine!
How to decorate a room that will NEVER be light, bright, and airy: Paint it darkly glamorous!
I had experience with Vintage Wine. Back in 2007, I took a few days off work for some much-needed painting therapy and put it on the den walls in the California abode. Now, this was against the advice of my beloved friend and roommate Catherine, who is one of those superstar interior designers described above.
“Meh,” was, more or less, her response when I showed her the paint swatch. “Too muddy,” she announced.
But I had undeterred faith in anything remotely purple, so up it went.
Catherine and I were mesmerized by the result. In some lights, it was purple. Then, depending on the light, it would read brown. And as the evening progressed, gray, and in some lights, almost black.
So mutable and intriguing! Yet, neutral enough to work with the most colorful art.
I loved, loved, loved it!
I was sure it would work again.
It didn’t.
You see, the beauty of Vintage Wine is its mutability. I didn’t really consider the fact the guest bedroom gets so little light when I put it on the walls and ceiling. Ugghhh. I don’t know how to describe it, except the whole thing looked like a funeral. I needed Prozac just to walk past the room.
What to do? I couldn’t repaint. Not again.
Surely, there was a band-aid fix for this.
I was all into band-aids.
Couldn’t I just add a little tiny . . . POP OF COLOR???
How to decorate a funeral parlor: Add merry pops of pink and yellow and blue and orange and green! Oh my!
October 2016. It was a most unfortunate Eureka! moment.
Swiping and tapping my iPad, I was busy seeking retail salvation on the clearance page of one of my favorite online retail establishments: MacKenzie-Childs.
Surely, there’s something uplifting here, something that will give the guestroom a dash of gaiety.
Swish swish, Tap tap.
Hmmmm. What’s this? A Moss Meadow Round Pillow? Lime green and bright green and yellow and orange and pink and turquoise with tiny bits of black and white checked piping? OMG! It’s so fuzzy! So joyously bright and cheerful! And in the form of a throw pillow!
Most excellent!
But I couldn’t. How silly. It didn’t work with anything in the house. Not even the dog beds. And, while it was 50% off, at $147.50 discounted, this was not going to be a cheap thrill.
For two days, I stalked the clearance page to confirm the Moss Meadow collection sold out, therefore precluding me from making a non-returnable impulse purchase I’d surely regret.
It didn’t sell out.
Rats!
I’d have to hurry and buy it before someone else did.
I regretted the transaction even before UPS delivered the results. But why not compound my error by ordering the Moss Meadow Bolster Pillow to go with the round one?
I bought that one too.
Now, MacKenzie-Childs’ stuff is delightful. It’s all fairy tale checked and flowery and sunny and crooked and colorful and wonderfully quirky. Just a ‘lil bit edgy and whimsical, but mostly, it’s quite tasteful.
Not this time.
And that was it. Teal blue shams on burgundy bedding. Red curtains. Art composed in many colors. Purple walls that looked dark brown all the time. Of course, if you Photoshop out the pink, yellow, orange, and green technicolor pillows, the room probably wouldn’t have looked that bad. A little dark maybe, but not jarring and weird.
One would think I’d have just stopped there. Just concede failure and take the fucking pillows off the bed.
Nope. Ain’t gonna do it.
Cuz I’m a fighter.
Besides, I’ve got a better idea.
Remember that pretty, softly-painted pastel yellow mirrored armoire in our guest bedroom at the old house? I’ll just spend three days painting it bright pink. Yeah. Just like the pillows.
But … I really like that blue on the shams. So pretty, so elegant, so . . .
Squirrel?
SQUIRREL!!!
Okay, okay! I’ll just paint the inside of the armoire teal blue. No one will know. And then I’ll paint an old minty green 50’s dresser metallic blue and red with gold leaf highlights to match the shams.
Oh yeah! That should do it.
How to fix a chromo-crapfest: Follow that squirrel!
May-ish 2017. Now, mind you, by this time, I’ve already ripped apart and painted the master bedroom twice. I had to explain to Mike that I also needed to tear down the guest room and repaint it.
Oops. My bad.
And I needed an itsy bitsy teeny tiny favor from him. No bigee. Just some crown molding to give the ceiling and walls a little separation.
Not more than a weekend project, right?
WRONG!!!
Mike was concerned nailing up a wood crown would be a royal pain in the ass due to the fact we live in the Lemony Snicket house. As a result, we got lured into Architectural Depot’s lightweight polyurethane molding, which Mike believed would be more bendable and forgiving on our super wonky and crooked walls. Plus, they had pre-formed corners, meaning Mike wouldn’t have to do the miter cuts.
Sign it up!
The crown arrived. I was disappointed to see that none of the corners matched up to the long pieces.
Mike, on the other hand, was just pissed off. I mean, he wasn’t thrilled to begin with because he was, after all, in the throes of executing our major kitchen remodel. He really didn’t need this squirrel.
And I knew it. I cringed when I heard cussing punctuating the sound of the circular saw on the front porch. WHAT THE F*CK? WHO THE F*CK DESIGNS THIS KIND OF F*CKING SHIT MOTHER F*CKER F*CK F*CK F*CK F*CKITTY F*CK!!!!!
And so it went. Every weekend for two months.
Meanwhile, I kept myself busy with the new paint color selection process. By this time, I’d discovered the glorious color palette of Farrow & Ball, which cannot be color matched and, of course, has to be shipped internationally.
Oh. And it’s $100 a gallon.
So much for $38.99 a gallon Home Depot Fourth of July sale paint.
Whatever.
FedEx delivers to Cadillac.
Anyhoooo, it’s a good thing it took Mike two months to finish the crown, because it took me a month to decide on the color. Which is surprising, because I already knew what I wanted. I just couldn’t let myself have it.
Not sure why I deprived myself like that.
June - July 2017. After much hemming and hawing, I chose St. Giles Blue. In the photo below, it’s the second splotch from the bottom on the left and also over the red on top of the radiator.
Farrow & Ball describes this lovely and vibrant shade as follows on its website (with the important part highlighted in bold).
“A vivid blue
This clean and vivid blue is inspired by a colour originally found in the hall at 17th century St Giles House in Wimborne St Giles, Dorset. Its striking blue hue cannot fail to make you smile and will hold its own even in the darkest of places, so is often used as an accent in the back of bookshelves.”
Okay. It says it’s often used as an accent to brighten the back of bookshelves but I covered the walls and the ceiling in their entirety. Small detail. Besides, the first part says it was found in the hall of a 17th century house in St. Giles.
Our house isn’t in St. Giles, but it is old.
And I like to travel. At least in my head.
And I want big smiles. Everyday.
Believe me. As a recovering litigator, I’ve earned them.
Therefore, blue everywhere baby!
Tying it all together: Custom painted furniture by . . . me!
Now that I had pulled the trigger and repainted the room, I finally had a partial vision of how I wanted it to look and feel, although truthfully it sort of evolved. I figured out halfway through this process I was shooting for Venetian theatrical elegance with just an itsy-bitsy smidgen of Ringling Brothers Barnum & Bailey.
This meant I needed to repaint the armoire. Again.
Much wiser this time, I chose the same blue, red, and gold metallic paint I had used on the dresser. The whole process took about a week because the armoire needed several coats of paint and a whole lot of taping and tedious cut lines.
In addition to repainting furniture, I replaced the coverlet on the bed with overflowing teal velvet to match the shams and ordered some teal faux silk drapes that contrasted prettily with the existing red drapes. I also purloined the black and white checked area rug from the entry hall because the checkered motif is all over the room and I felt the pattern needed to be grounded to make sense.
To keep it balanced but still interesting, I mixed black and white checked items de décor such as candlesticks, lamp shades, and other doo dads with some black and white hounds tooth pillows and a zebra print throw blanket.
Oh, and one other thing.
I ordered a new throw pillow to match the throw blanket on the end of the bed and to coordinate with the rest of the decor. (Both are from a company in Texas called Reilly-Chance; they make exquisite bedding with an old world feel.) Of course, the pillow was 50% off, because I’m OCD about discounted throw pillows. However, this time I made sure the pillow matched the existing décor and not the other way around.
I’m learning!
Fortunately, we didn’t need to buy additional art to go with the paint. I moved art from other areas of the house as the room formed in my imagination. I also put some gold leaf paint on a mass-produced tea cart next to the bed in keeping with gaudiness of the rest of the space.
Epilogue
Our newly redecorated guest bedroom probably doesn’t conform traditional design rules for a bedroom. I’ve been told by at least one critic (tisk, tisk) that bedrooms should be decorated in a calm and restful manner. Indeed, most of the print and web sources about painting and decorating a bedroom advocate serene colors and soothing décor to facilitate a calm mood, relaxation, and sound sleep.
Here’s my thought on that.
At least in our case, we turn out the lights and close our eyes when we want to sleep. How is a soft and pleasing palette going to encourage restful slumber when we can’t see it?
I want a room that make me happy when my eyes are open.
Mike tells me he likes the room because it has the feel of an opulent old world fantasy with a little elegance and mystery mixed in. He says it makes him feel like he’s in another time and place. I like it because every time I walk up the stairs or pass it on the way to the powder room, it’s vitality and energy makes me smile.
At the end of the day, I didn’t take the designer’s straight path from A to B. In fact, my path looked a lot less like this . . .
than it did this . . .
But it was fun.
And I got good a good arm workout painting the ceiling.
Twice.
Most importantly, I learned the following fundamental Rule of Interior Design: If pricey items of décor don't work in a room and can’t be returned, just stick them in the basement.
They might be happier down there.
You surely will be.
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