The Master Bedroom After

And, the last bedroom in my little home tour to show you all is the master bedroom.  It’s not “decorated,” so-to-speak, but for now it’s at least not overwhelmed by stuff. Right now when I look at it, all I can see is the fact that we need a bedskirt, pillow cases, side tables and some lamps. Easy fixes,but, I’m not in a huge hurry. It will get done when it gets done.


The chair with the steps tool (in the picture above) is usually at the foot of the bed. It’s how Eddie climbs up on his own. And this picture below is from the other angle (yes, that’s a suitcase on the ironing board – I haven’t completely unpacked from vacation just yet – oh, and some clean clothes that need to be put away and, for whatever reason, one of the Girl’s binders):


Here are a couple of “before” shots:


The Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Before

The Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Before

I still don’t know how to make that dressing table before picture bigger.

I honestly feel more relaxed in there. Just a few more things to do. There are a few things under the bed, for instance, that I need to cull through. But, it’s SO. MUCH. BETTER!

The Simple Year 3 Update

So here’s a little update. Our new blogger is getting ready to start her new year. I’m finishing up my last few posts (still trying to find the right words to sum this thing up) and will post those in the coming weeks. Kerry is gearing up to add her own post or two to the mix, so you will hear from her, too.

Have an amazing rest of the week!

5 Responses to The Master Bedroom After

    • I have, actually. I did that in my son’s room at one point. I may have to rethink that for the master bedroom!

  1. I had considered asking to be the next blogger…but I’ve alredy done a lot of my work. We are a couple in our mid-sixties in a 1400 sqare foot house. We have a few bodily issues that suggest our next move will be to somewhere on one floor with no yard. (I won’t miss the grass, but I love the garden.) I have also helped older friends from my quilting group pack for the big move from house to apartment. It’s clear that emotionally it’s almost impossible to get rid of things when one is also giving up the house. (Packing 92 boxes of fabric to move when you’re 76? Too much…and you will not have a yard sale at your new location…just saying.) So I’m being ruthless in the present.
    We gave up the attic for twenty inches of insulation a couple summers ago–I had gotten worried about the Professor lugging things up and down a ladder anyway. Christmas crap is now two boxes (one for the fake 48 inch tree, and one for lights and ornaments) that fit under the bed.
    Kerry’s right–getting rid of stuff clearly takes more energy than accumulating it. We’ve forgotten to take along a corkscrew when we travel, and bought them on the road. I recently laid out all seven of them and asked the Prof to choose which one he liked best. He began a lecture on their relative strengths and weaknesses. I laughed and repeated that he needed to pick one. Why? Because we live in a 1940-built house with two drawers in the kitchen, not the museum of the corkscrew. He picked the one we bought in France in 2000.
    I note my successes in my daybook, which also serves as a reminder of the work of letting go. I think of it more as rehoming, but the prof often reminds me that we are not looking for adoptive parents–just persons who think our stuff might be useful.
    I enjoy the blog a lot, and look forward to whatever you have planned for next year.

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