The Master Bedroom
- #master bedroom #post-renovation

First, I need to remind myself what the bedroom looked like before. It’s one of those things that the memory of the bedroom disappeared about a day after we tore it apart.

The master bedroom was one of the last great rooms in the house that still projected “women’s dormitory”. It had the industrial grey carpeting, a tiny door frame, and the outline of flourescent lights on the ceiling. Despite all these reasons to renovate, I think the main reason we renovated was because Gogo just did not want to be house-trained in this room. The carpet had so many layers of old carpet, carpet padding, and carpet squares that anything spilled on the floor got permanently absorbed into the floor.

Remember this. The closet goes through a transformation
Remember this. The closet goes through a transformation
The fire place has a formica top to it. Formica!
The fire place has a formica top to it. Formica!

So now let’s take a look at what it looked like during demolition…

Drywall waiting for a home.
Drywall waiting for a home.
Plastic and dust everywhere.
Plastic and dust everywhere.
We also put in duct work for central air on the top two floors.
We also put in duct work for central air on the top two floors.
No more bedroom
No more bedroom
This is the ceiling of the secret closet - ripped out for the central air.
This is the ceiling of the secret closet – ripped out for the central air.

And now here’s the finished product!

The floor is brand new. We put in wide-plank knotty pine and stained it very dark.

The wallpaper is from

This is the armoire that David brought back from London.

And here’s the new closet.

UPDATE: okay. So, I didn’t really want to leave the top floor bedroom. It was cozy, it was simple, and it was closer to my X-Men bathroom. I was worried that the new master bedroom was a little too fancy.

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One of the last big renovations was the Bollywood Room and my office. As I'm sitting here writing this, it's hard to believe that this room sat full of junk for years. It's hard to remember that the carpet was ripped up by the door from Gogo trying to escape. It feels like my own personal cave. I never want to leave.
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