I am thinking about painting a coat of creamy white then a coat of pale pale pink on top. Sand it down to achieve that perfect distressed and chippy look. For my birthday, my grandmother got me a beautiful vanity. This is what it looks like.
The picture is from the flea market's facebook page. I love all the details and I know I am going to have a lot of fun painting it. I do have to be careful about my choices of paint colors because of other pieces in the room. I am thinking about Paris grey and glamorizing the mirror with gilded rose appliques. Now onto the bed. Right now I have a white iron bed from IKEA. I don't love it but it is cute. I have been looking for those beautiful French beds but why must they be sooo expensive?? So I told myself...one day. Well that one day was today. I didn't have the girls today so I skipped along to my favorite flea market not looking for anything in particular. Guess what I found? My dream bed. Yes I did. Guess how much I paid for. $58. I mean...really. It still sitting in the back of my car because I can't carry it in myself. It has the most gorgeous chippy green paint. I am struggling because though it is pretty on it own, it won't fit in well with the rest of what I plan to do with the room. Here are a few inspirations. My bed doesn't look exactly like these but if I add appliques, it could.
I really love this color combos. Don't you? I feel like it is still so beautiful yet not busy.
I am also planning to replace my ceiling fan with a chandelier. Now, for the most exciting project of my bedroom. Re imagining my mirror sliding closet doors. First I thought I will replace them with actual doors then I thought maybe I can build barn doors. Then I realized, who are you kidding? You can't build to save your life. Ok, let think outside the box. So that is what I did. Here are my inspirations.
Can you imagine it? Imagine outdated mirror sliding closet doors to this. Just in case you haven't noticed yet, I have a typical artist's obsessive personality. Once I have an idea, I don't stop until it is done. It is almost unhealthy which is why I had to switch my major from art to journalism. That is a story for another day. The good thing is I have two little girls who stop me and make me realize there is more to life. It is hard but I need it. So one small step at a time. It is the journey that is important, right? And I am ready.