And so, you see (if you've read the posts below) that my bedroom isn't so "bare bones" after all, but is just loaded with memories, in each of its relatively few constituent pieces!
Each piece in my bedroom is special in its own way. They incorporate both my past, and my present.
Those plain white net sheers at the windows -- they were in my very first house I bought in 1986 -- left behind by the prior deceased owner. After I laundered them, I realized they were not tan, but were white! LOL! The former owner(s) of my first house were smokers, and there was film of nicotine and tar over EVERYTHING! Back then, a younger Jan had the energy to scrub up everything, including ceilings, woodwork (left in it's natural state and was beautiful once cleaned), wood panelling in the dining room and the "Spanish Plaster" walls, which were the absolute worst to clean because it wasn't just a swipe and wipe! I wonder how many miles I posted marching up and down the ladder so many times... After I thoroughly scrubbed down the house from ceiling to floorboards, I didn't have to paint at all! The Spanish Plaster was beautiful and the paint the prior owner(s) had put on was in neutral colors and in great shape underneath the now-removed smut of who knows how many years. So, I was rewarded for my muscular cleaning endeavors. The Goddess does bless hard work done with a good heart...
When I sold that home three years later and embarked upon the adventure of having my current home custom-built, I packed up those old but now pristine-white net sheers, along with the chandelier from that home's dining room, which now hangs above my round table in "this" dinette, and the mini-chandelier that now hangs in "this" mini-entry-way (it used to hang in my grand entry-way. That entry-way was large enough to use as a home office as well as a mini-green house. It held my Ming-style desk and chair, a very large oriental painting and some oriental hangings, and many many plants! It had a mini-tile floor in earth tones ranging from nearly white to deep brown, but was mostly gold, and it was all so beautiful. Why did I ever sell that house?)
I thnk the light fixtures I abducted from "my old house" are Art Deco, or possibly a blend of Art Nouveau and Art Deco.
They are chrome-plated (a little pitted and scarred), and there is a "bronze" finish that seems to be painted on some of the other metal (of unknown type). There are creamy-colored milk-glass fixtures. My brother-in-law, Fred L., removed them from my old house before I sold it (I installed new fixtures that were lovely and fit their respective spaces, but were not "historical"), and re-wrired both fixtures for me before the contractor's electrician re-hung them for me in early 1990 in this house. Maybe those fixtures (and who knows, maybe the net sheers, too) are close to being "antiques." I already know they're vintage, darlings :)
Ach! Getting off track (as per usual). Here are more photos of the "bedroom rip apart" in progress:
July 16, 2017:
Hola! Where does the time go, Geez Louise! Half summer is already gone, and I am first now updating this from last December, tsk tsk. Bad Jan! So, been busy puttering around the yard, as always, and paying more attention than I probably should be to politics. The kitchen "remodel" is on hold due to budgetary constraints, but I hope to have that remedied before the end of the year. And I have yet to paint the guest room - it's only been 3 years now since I moved in to this version of Maison Newton, I'm not lazy or anything, nope... LOL! Take care and have a great rest of the summer. Jan