My bedroom has seen a lot, folks. Take that how you like, but I am referring to decorating styles. Its first days featured a large brass bed handed down to us by my parents. It was exactly like the bed Bob Dylan sang of in his song Lay Lady Lay. And as much as I loved the joke of that song and my bed mingling in my mind, the compromise of two people sharing a home meant that I had to part with my brass bed. Maybe my husband Ryan didn't like sleeping in his in-law's bed? Maybe we are just thirty-year-old hipsters aching for the non-sense of a low-lying platform bed. We'll never know. Unless I ask him, I guess.
We traded out for a bed built by my handsome, strong husband's two own freckled hands. Wood and simple. Clean lines as far as the eye can see. We were staring down our hopes of parenthood, and we needed visual simplicity to leave room in our minds for the prospect of raising another person.
Not only did my glorious brass hand-me-down bed (admittedly not as sexy as a bed made by a handsome ginger) have to go, but also my very first pair of matching lamps. I remember my heart skipping all the beats when I saw them. Cream, gold embellishments...begging me for Target shades to update the old lady chic look they had going on.
I'll save you my lamenting the twine-wrapped matching lamp set that spanned the time until my current bedroom lighting situation.
Now, in these photos, you'll see the brave new world we chose for our present lamp needs. A fine wall-mount lamp I designed and had a local maker create, and a salt rock lamp. I felt like such a damn grown-up with my matching lamp set. I suppose once you hit 32, you no longer need matching lamps to age you. Please stop and note that I am handing you a secret to youth–lamps that do not match. You're welcome.
We got rid of our dressers and opted for zero storage on our bedroom floor. It's minimalism at its most pretentious, but the truth is, we could not handle the responsibility of owning enough stuff to warrant a long dresser. Instead of in drawers, our clothes were strewn across the top of our furniture. We forced ourselves to be more clean by not having things to store or store them in. In case you were wondering, we still pile things on this one long shelf we installed.
Add some faux marble-topped, vintage peg-legged side tables, a basket of books, a vintage wool rug, natural wood knobs on our closet, and simple bedding–and you've got the picture. No, you literally have the pictures.
*I plan to paint this room soon. You can't see the peeling drywall in the corner, but it's a bummer. Just wanted to immortalize this little fella as it stands right now.
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