Calm and pretty (and lots of kitties)

I have been working in my bedroom. Gone are the heavy quilts of winter. Gone are the warm-toned, patterned fabrics. Lightness is what I am craving these days... and freshness. I have draped the bed in my antique linen and crocheted cotton coverlet. This is so luxurious to sleep beneath. It has a texture and a terrific weight to it. And it breathes, which is a necessity for me, as I am plagued by night sweats (ugh!), but that is a post for another time. So, my bedroom has embraced its feminine side and is not ashamed to show it! Come take a peek.

The tray of flowers and found jars (from yesterday's post) travels well and took its place on my dresser for a few moments. The antique dresser is painted the same shade as the walls, so it remains unobtrusive. The dresser's curves have always charmed me.

The beloved coverlet. When I bought this, all the linen panels were torn. I replaced them with inserts cut from tablecloths. It was a cheap and easy fix.

Detail of a crochet section. These lenghts of needlework give the piece some weight, which I love.




Max rests in the sun. I can't resist cute kitty pictures! Quilted shams and a matelaisse spread covering the headboard add more texture.

Another dresser shot. I made the corona above the bed from voile curtains and a wooden knitting hoop (not sure it is called) and suspended it from the ceiling. A silk lantern hangs from the center and provides illumination for bedtime reading.

A sparkly chandelier on a dimmer switch adds instant romance.

This is a photo taken by my daughter of an abandonned house. It hangs prominently in my bedroom. I clipped the photo to a wire that is attached on the back of the frame. The frame was originally bright gold, but as you can see, white paint was the way to go. I like the spookiness of the photo with the whimsical presentation.

And here we have Whiskers, Igby, and Kitty, all basking in the morning sun. Aren't they sweet?

For me, it is all about lightening up these days. I am even contemplating losing the floral shams. Which do you prefer on the pillows--- white or floral? My daughter commented that my palette keeps getting paler, and she's right. It is about time... I have waited for so very long to embrace my love of whites. There is no stopping me now!

Until next time...

Anne