Hello dollies…welcome to this month’s Where Bloggers Live 11.2020; sharing a look at ‘where I lay me down to sleep.’ To be more specific…my our bedroom. My mater’s suite!! Which, on occasion, is also where I lay me down to roll around and worry all night. That happens at least once a week, or just shy of 15% of the time. Guess that’s not too bad an average, huh? But those sleepless nights sure feel miserable when I am experiencing them.
Even though these Where Bloggers Live posts are always scheduled for the second Friday of each month, I am thankful our fearless leader Bettye always sends out reminders for upcoming posts. They tend to sneak up on me even so!
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WHERE BLOGGERS LIVE 11.2020
This fun series is kind of like HGTV’s “Celebrities at Home,” but…with bloggers! I mean, who doesn’t like to peek behind the scenes and see inside people’s homes and lives? For last month’s post, we shared some of our favorite things. And before that, a look into our closets. As we wind up the series for 2020, we are making plans to bring it back in the new year. I look forward to continuing to blog with this creative group of gals.
For now, let’s head upstairs for a look at…
Where I Lay Me Down To Sleep
I’ve only had 2 houses as a grown up person. The one my daughters grew up in and the one I live in now with my Prince C. The master bedroom in ‘little house’ was downstairs while all of the other bedrooms – the kids’ rooms – were upstairs. I liked that arrangement for a number of reasons but most of all because the toys, the noise, the mess was contained upstairs, and the first floor was typically pretty well picked up and neat.
When Paul and I built our house together, we selected a floor plan that had one bedroom downstairs (Lauren’s room) but not the master bedroom. We anticipated that one or more of our parents might live with us at some point. The downstairs bedroom and bath was tagged for that possibility once the kids moved out. Our bedroom and en suite is upstairs with an additional guest bedroom (that was Matt’s room), P’s office, my loft and guest bath.
The Prince’s Lair
It seems the latest trend in master bedrooms is to create a retreat, a place for restful escape. Twelve years ago when decorating our new house, I had more in mind creating a lair or a den for my Prince. Something fitting for – say, King Henry the VIII? The bedroom furniture we picked out was very big, very heavy and very ornate. And dark. Very dark. As if that wasn’t enough, I chose a dark, heavy brocade comforter set in brown, red and gold with lots of pillows. Even the drapes were a deep chocolate color with tassels and tie backs. Our walls, a Tuscan gold. I even went so far as hanging tapestries on the walls on brass rods. It might have been more cave than lair.
My Master’s Suite
At some point, I decided to lighten things up. And the room we have now reflects a transition away from hollow to haven.
Can’t afford to ditch the furniture so have had to try to lighten things in other ways. The comforter we have now features a paisley print in blues and greens with a touch of light yellow on a white background. I have semi-sheer linen-like drapes and braid rugs in yellow, blue and green.
The white ceiling and baseboards help to lighten our dark walls. As luck would have it, about a year after we built our house, there was a move in interior design to cool colors. Grays, oyster. I figure if I wait long enough to repaint, this warm caramel color will come back in vogue.
Master or Mistress?
While my original aim was to make our bedroom a master suite, now with the lighter touches, it looks more like a mistress suite. Most of the nick knacks, of which there is probably an over abundance, are mostly things I have collected or been given. The art on the walls has a decidedly feminine feel. Double-matted gild-framed watercolors or wedding photos. Images of places where I want to go or have already been.
One of the first things PC ever gave me was the gold square-framed verse from 1 Corinthians 13:13. The lace mounted on the aqua mat in the second photo below was a piece from my paternal grandmother’s wedding dress. The art in the wide silver frame is my parents’ newspaper wedding announcement and invitation.
New Orleans was a favorite vacation destination of ours when the girls were teenagers and it was just the 3 of us. This arrangement features a water color painting mounted on a slate tile from the French Quarter and 2 post card photographs I had framed.
The photo below records the anniversary of our first date at Applebees, 05.13.2003. We sat at the same table, ordered the same meal and the same apple martinis. Thank goodness, the oozing, open scrape on my knee where I had fallen while jogging on my lunch break had healed in the year since that first dinner.
We were both so badly scalded in our previous relationships that we continued to date 4 more years after this anniversary before we decided to tie the knot.
The master bath is right off the bedroom without even a door separating the two. If I won the lottery, I would probably add a door there!
You’ll remember my closet from an earlier edition of Where Bloggers Live. At least there’s a door separating it from the bathroom. And a door between the the toilet and the rest of the bath.
The blackboard on the floor displays my seasonal goals. I like to be reminded of them. PC gave me the rocking chair shortly after we were married. Had hoped I would read to and rock babies in it but never have the babies at our house long enough to do so. On the baker’s rack, I have old photos of my Prince as a baby, my parents’ engagement, my father looking dapper in his Army uniform.
Lauren made me the necklace hanger in the photo below for Christmas one year. It what I based the lighter color scheme for the room on. And if the floral pattern looks familiar, it is the same design on the mosaic table I have been working on forever.
The obnoxiously large framed piece above the quilt stand is my father’s christening gown, booties and a bunny made for him from an handkerchief. Even a post card my grandfather wrote to family in Kentucky announcing his son’s birth. When I left the items to be grouped in a shadow box arrangement, I never dreamed the thing would be so…so big. But it worked well to cover the holes in the wall where the tapestry once hung!!
Balcony over the Backyard
Before we conclude this tour, let’s step out onto the balcony. Three seasons out of 4, this space can be an extension of the master suite. Like a sitting room under the stars. I love sleeping with the balcony door open and hearing the waterfall in the pool below. Our little bit of heaven on earth.
We have a beautiful view of sunrises coming up over the desert. And the sun setting behind the Franklin Mountains, if slightly obscured by the neighbors’ rooves.
And that brings us back inside to my master’s suite. To the place where I lay me down to sleep. Or to worry. Depending on the night…or the day I’ve had.
And that’s a wrap for this edition of Where Bloggers Live 11.2020. Looking back over these photos, it seems my master’s suite might appear to be terribly cluttered. In need of a Marie Kondo super-purge. I go back and forth on that. All of these things…this clutter…has meaning to me, represents something or someone we love. Does it bring me joy? Most of the time YES!! Except when I dust. That’s a lot of ‘stuff’ to dust.
Have said it before but it still holds. I wish that readers could leave photos along with their comments. Would love to see where you lay your head…and the rest of you!! Is your master suite clutter-free and sleek or sprinkled with precious mementos?
Now, why don’t we all go over to check out the Where Bloggers Live 11.2020 posts of my blogging buddies.
So glad you stopped by. Wishing you the very best weekend. We continue to battle the blessed virus here in El Paso. Appreciate your good thoughts and prayers for my city.
Hugs and kisses,