I rolled over to the hubbie a couple of months ago and said "I need a grown-up bedroom."
It wasn't intended to be a snobbish statement, nor was it intended to knock on my non-existent design skills. It's just that the master bedroom has always been the room whose door is shut when company arrives.
For example, a wall was removed some years ago to make a larger room (thank you previous owner) but, instead of fixing the wood floor, they simply cut up wood strips where the wall had once been, leaving a very uneven and clearly patched-up floor.
The room has also been where we've dumped all of the clothes, filing cabinets, home repair tools and other such junk that really doesn't have a home. We keep saying that 'we'll get to it' but we never really do.
This ended a couple of months ago. I wrote my friend Meg and asked for help. She got right back to me with some brilliant ideas, most notably, the color of the room.
See, I like a cozy bedroom. Although I consider my house a sanctuary for my family, my bedroom is a sanctuary for me and the hubbie. It's where I can watch The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills without concern for my children's ears. Where I can light smelly candles and not worry about the candle tipping over and the house burning down.
Meg understood the need for a cozy room and she sent some inspiration pictures with deep, rich colors. And then she mailed me (in a fabulous envelope, I might add) some paint chips to look at. All in a deep, rich, dark blue.
So this is my long-winded way of telling you two things:
1. I've painted my bedroom peacock blue.
2. And I love it.