decorating

Bedroom Decor

My sister and her husband are home builders, and she excels at staging homes and enticing prospective buyers with simple, crisp decor -- much like the decor in those home magazines and stores that rattle my cage. (Yes, the Shabby-Chic-Practical candle is still in the wire basket in the corner of my kitchen.) Despite seeing my sister’s work and knowing the tricks of her trade, I have yet again been drawn into the staging at a home store, where no one actually sleeps on the beds. Our bedroom is decorated in a blue that reminds me of the ocean with a contrasting chocolate brown that reminds me of… well… chocolate. This bedroom is new; it was part of the addition we put on our house two years ago. However, the color scheme is old: I based it on the curtains, bedspread, and pillows we had for several years in our old bedroom.

The old bedspread was tired and worn out in the new room. I unleashed shopping angels at every home store as I went through the bedding departments, on the hunt for a combination of ocean and chocolate. I passed over many options: No flowers, no paisleys, no extra accent colors.

Finally, a simple, crisp bedspread popped: Ocean & chocolate with a big, fresh, cream square in the middle. Stunning. Were the boys old enough that I could have a big square of bright cream on my bedspread? Yes. At home the colors were perfect. I threw away the price tags. I made the bed & covered a couple of the old pillows with new covers that were included in the set. It was pristine, calmness.

Until we slept in the bed.

To keep it pristine on a daily basis, Bill and I would need to spend five minutes making the bed together, gently tugging back and forth on the bedspread to center the square. We do not.

We do not have a staged square in the middle of our bed. We have a square-ish quadrangle that floats on our bed like a jellyfish with its soft edges and middle rippling along in the ocean current.

Some afternoons I might give it a tug here or there, but mostly I’m thankful for a husband that usually makes the bed on his own in the morning without comment on my decorating choices.  However, on mornings when I make the bed, I occasionally get fed up and change the décor a bit.

Yes, it’s reversible, or at least I think it is.

By the way, did you see those pillows that do double duty as window treatments at night? Not planned, but so very practical.

(The easy-going practicality of a simple summer vacation is refreshing after all that comforter flipping.)

Shabby-chic-practical

Our home’s basic décor is… Who am I kidding?  There is no basic décor in our house.  We like what we like, or we keep what we had.  Maybe that is shabby-chic-practical. Daydream I do in Pottery Barn catalogs and other magazines with highly-stylized photos – where there is never a power cord displayed.  Odds are they snip off cords before snapping the photo.

I’m lulled into the magic of interior decorating when I go into Pottery Barn.  The simplicity of layers: a dazzling flat glass bowl, filled with beautiful sienna green glass marbles and three breezy papa bear/mama bear/baby bear sienna candles rightfully anchored in the middle.  And do you know what I do?  I buy the papa bear sienna candle.

At home, I set that big cool green candle on my counter, and it’s then I realize my kitchen counter and living room walls are warm colors.  I have made the biggest element of that Pottery Barn centerpiece mine.  And there it sits.  No glass bowl and no green marbles.  No mama bear/baby bear companions.  It's no longer Pottery Barn.  It's an awkward candle sitting on a gold counter.

I could add it to the fireplace mantel, but I already have three candles grouped together.  This won’t work because of that funny but true rule about grouping sets of odd numbers, not evens.  And, it's too chunky to join the mantel decor.

I glance to the corner of the kitchen where a wire basket holds some of my favorite heart-shaped beach rocks, an unbroken bottleneck from the beach, broken chocolate agates from the boys, rose quartz and gypsum from South Dakota.  Plus, my oh-so-smooth white rock from Greece.  And the heart rock my mom gave me one Mother’s Day.  The basket is nestled between the ceramic lantern and cork trivet I found in Portugal.  And anchored on either end by empty Ball jars that held canned tomatoes two days prior.  Liking the candle just as much as all this other stuff, I plunk it in the middle as a focal point.

Oh, alright… I couldn’t leave Sienna in the middle of my working counter space; I needed a quick place for it -- just as I did for the jars.  The candle doesn’t have the home it had in the store, but it is on a stage with much more character.  Welcome, Sienna, to shabby-chic-practical-nostalgic.

(Throwing practicality to the wind, I combined chocolate, cream, and the ocean in my Bedroom Decor.)