On Friday I showed you the display shelf I made from a silverware tray.
The wood arrow was made with scrap wood.
The “T” is one of those cardboard letters from JoAnn’s. It has been painted and repainted over the last 5 years.
The step stool was made in high school shop class one million years ago and we finally gave it a makeover.
The bookshelf was a found object left in the trash.
That painting was made by a friend and the colors and theme work perfectly for this boy’s room!
In regard to the dresser, it is our first time purchasing this type of furniture from IKEA. I’m pleasantly surprised with how sturdy it is. I don’t know if I’ll customize it or not. Doing so isn’t high on my priority list at the moment.
There’s room for a twin bed and a dresser, but not a lot else.
His bed is longer than the room is wide. Think about that for a moment.
When the movers set the bed up, I didn’t really stop to consider things like how the door swings open. The wrong way, in case you are wondering. Or how close the radiator would be to the bed. Too close, in case you are wondering.
It was only later, when we had settled into the house that I started to assess how to make the room function better.
I would like you to think that when I’m reading the same bedtime story with my son for the 4 millionth time, that I am fully engaged in this activity.
But, while my mouth is saying the words in the book by memory, my brain is thinking “hmm…what should we do with that wall and where could I hang XYZ and oh, wait…time to turn the page.”
Handy Husband wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of moving a bed because it would mean taking the bed apart and a whole bunch of hassle. I really don’t blame him. Hassle was an understatement.
I decided I could move the bed without him. Of course I could! I would just flip it up on its end, rotate it, and flip it back down. Remember, this is the Pottery Barn knock-off bed Handy Husband made with real wood. It’s freaking heavy.
My thought process was sound, but the actual implementation was trickier than I anticipated mainly due to the ceiling light fixture getting in the way. Furthermore, I was worried at one point that I would either be trapped under the bed or in the room. But, in the end, with brute force and only a little damage to the wall hangings, I got the job done.
And I never told Handy Husband how I managed that feat.
And he never asked.
Now when I read my son a story at night I look at this wall and think to myself, “this feels good to me. It’s all coming together.” Is it finished? I haven’t a clue, but I’m happy with how it looks today. And there’s no way I’m moving that bed again.