An Unexpected Makeover; Part 1

No, I didn't have an accident that required plastic surgery, so I still have the same round face and ever-photo-apparent double chin. This makeover actually has nothing to do with me--and everything to do with my bedroom!

The original spark was plain and simple a desire for a healthier atmosphere in my bedroom. Afterall, I suspect that at least one of the two carpets in my room was nearing 100 years old, if not already attained the century mark. Anyway, they are both definitely over 50 years old and it's probably self-explanatory as to why  we wanted to remove them. 

With the removal of the carpet we decided to paint the floor...and then I kinda got this bee in my bonnet to repaint my entire room. It's been a nice shade of light blue ever since Daddy retired (read 11 years) and I was ready for a bit of a change. If it weren't for the fact that the paint was scuffed and cracked and peeling, I might not have even considered the idea, but there you have it. I wanted to completely make over my room. Kinda spur of the moment, I suppose, but it happened.

Day One:
I started out removing EVERYTHING (and I mean everything​) from my room. 

Before​: (excuse the excess clutter please; I have also been in the middle of season clothing change and not keeping my room overly pristine partly because I knew the rug removal and floor painting was coming.)

Notice Curio rolled over on her back! ;P The bottom carpet is the one I expect may be nearly 100 years old. It's actually rather pretty.

 If you were counting you may have counted four dressers/vanities in addition to the bed, the Victrola, the old Singer treadle machine, and, of course, my bookcase (which I realized while moving it that it's made from old barn boards! I must have known that, since Daddy made it for me, but I never really noticed if you know what I mean.) Oh, and don't forget that clothes rack!

I acquired the extra furniture since returning from Florida when Katherine rearranged her room the last time. And used ​every single drawer.

In order to (maybe) give you a better idea of the size of the room (it's the largest room upstairs--I have the smallest room in Florida, so I got the biggest up here), here are a few "after removal"shots and in-progress shots:

Daddy cut that air-duct (there is a long story behind it that I won't go into here) off flush with the floor, so now I don't have this shiny metal rectangle protruding from the floor anymore.

Blue walls in the sunshine! (Mom was kind of sad to see them go; but I reckon I'll have a blue room again some day...)

Cut in corners.

Partially painted walls...with a rather grouchy looking painter. (I wasn't grouchy, just a bit tired.)

Between the first and the last picture, Mom and I went to town and bought paint in two shades. One an ivory and the other...a red! As you can probably tell, the wall got painted the ivory color.

I thought it had a pink cast to it, but Mom says green. However, with the new floor color, I think it's unarguably pinkish! (Not exactly what I was thinking, but one never can be 100% sure about paint until it's dry.)

You may be wondering where my cats were during all this, since the upstairs/downstairs felines do not cohabitate (many thanks to Curio who just loves to chase Abby any chance she gets).

Well, this is where they were:

Needless to say, they weren't overly happy.

We did put them back in the room overnight...and I slept on the living room floor. Very well, I might add.

Day Two:
The next morning, I woke up late (was up late as we didn't get finished painting and cleaning up until after 11). After a rather slow morning, I went upstairs to see what I thought of the room in the daylight.

The cats enjoyed a little attention before I returned them to the stairwell.

Runt gettin' a chin-scratch...and way too much of my over-flashed arm. ;P

While I cleared out the cat necessities and revacuumed the floor, Mom taped the baseboards and started the cutting in processes. I took over from there and put the first coat of paint on before lunch.

After that dried, I cut in again and put the second coat on, after sanding out a few paint blobules that I should have done before the first coat. Once that dried, I ran over sections of the floor again to fix some thin spots. (Througout the afternoon we had a few cat-dramas, but nothing horrendous; I did end up with snake-eyes on my left inner forearm though when Runty freaked out over something and nailed me with her hind feet.)

It's a little redder than than for real. The flash kind of turned it orange.

Day three:

I ran into town and picked up two more gallons of the ivory (turns out I only needed one) and put a third coat on the walls. It had become quite apparent that two coats wasn't going to do it.

Once I finished that, it was time to let things dry and air out before I even started moving back in. As of this typing, I have moved my new three-inch memory foam pad bed in and my clothes rank. Other than that, it still looks pretty much like this:

Daddy was going to get started on my new "closet" today, but he's not feeling well, so that didn't happen. SO...stay tuned for further updates! :)

     Racheal