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:
December 4, 2016: Hola everyone! Winter has arrived in Milwaukee and there are snow flurries today. Despite several hard freezes remarkably my "spikes" in two of my patio planters have absolutely refused to die. The rosemary and thyme plants I nursed inside the house through last winter spent the summer in their pot outside next to the side stoop off the driveway, where they get plenty of sunshine all day long. I transplanted them into a cozy sheltered spot right next to the stoop in October and they are still green and growing, too! With the delay in getting the drywall patching done in the relatively minor "reconstruction" work I had done in my kitchen, I am way behind my time in getting the house decorated. But yesterday I got my wreath decked out with extra lights and dressed the front door of the house, and my battery-operated traditional candles were put up on the window sills all around the house Friday evening. It becomes a ritual to go around at dusk and turn the tops to the right to turn the candles "on" and at bedtime to go around and turn the tops to the left to turn the candles "off." Today I put some "glittery" throw pillow covers purchased new last month from H&M on three of my sofa pillows to glam things up a bit in the living room and add some sparkle. Later on, after I sufficiently fuel myself up with wine and snacks and probably to distract myself while I listen to the Packers game on the radio, I will huff and puff and pull my artificial tree up from storage in the basement. I will decorate it simply this year. Every year I say that, and every year I end up throwing just about everything except the kitchen sink on the tree. I am very proud of myself this year, though. I did not buy a single new ornament or Christmas doo-dad for the house (throw pillow covers don't count!!!) Happy Holidays to all, with hope and fervent prayers for 2017. I've a feeling we're all going to need a lot of help from Goddess in the coming year. Jan