My front bedroom is no longer the box room, lumber room, storage space, or doggery. It is now a bedroom, with a bed.
The wall paper is old-fashioned, green flowers on an aged parchment background. I like it. The floor is an old vinyl sheeting. It is very cottagy. Our landlords had this antique bed repainted at a body shop, so it a bright British racing green.
I think it is comfortable and charming, but it may not be elegant. I like it quite a bit. The old chintz coverlet on the bed is very country-ish. It rather reminds me of my grandparents’ home in my younger days.
Our bedroom is at the back of the house. It had just been painted when we moved in, this old-world ochre, a colour I very much like. I like bedrooms to be peaceful, uncluttered and largely unornamented. I don’t like to have a television, radio, or computer in the bedroom. We read in bed. I guess you can tell. Most of my husband’s books are theology; some of mine are theology, but I vary it with 18th and 19th century novels. We both have Bibles and prayer books next to the bed.