The hunt ends, and it was love at first sight. I was settling on taking three flights of stairs at the time because I was only 63 and still feeling like it was doable. You open the door, and the scene looking out over the tennis court into the trees is so beautiful. At night, it was wonderful seeing what stars I could see and feeling a little more at eye level with the Lord, and perhaps a little closer to Mitch, my husband. During the day, I loved the way the natural light would come in, basking over the wood floors.
It had two bedrooms. One room, the “pink” room, is mine. The other, I dubbed the blue room, you know, for guests.
Having such big rooms in my previous house, I had to downsize my bed from a king to a full-size. I purchased a pink headboard with a little bling, and it took over from there. The curtains, an eggshell color with light pink spatter throughout, were long because they covered the sliding glass door. Did I tell you I had a little balcony with faux grass? This was helpful for catching a glimpse inside my neighbors’ windows. Only out of curiosity, of course! I also laid down a beautiful rug from Ethan Allen that I’ve had for some time, which I purchased from an antique shop. With the bed at one end, I had a faux fireplace at the other, also brought from “home.”
It turned out that I brought my husband’s dresser drawers because mine, being all wood, weighed a ton. Mitch’s only weighed half a ton!
I also have two wingback chairs from my formal living room. One is blue and, yes, you guessed it, one is pink. So, you know where that one ended up… in my royal room.
So, the furniture is in place. But while my daughter was still there, I wanted to accomplish one more thing because who knew when I would have her help again? The chandelier! One of my prized possessions that I could never get Mitch to agree to. I’d always wanted one hung above the bed, right over the pillows, so I could read at night. Hey, a girl wants what a girl wants!
It’s almost a feeling of royalty. I’ve always wanted to feel special. Having my own bedroom and to fix it just the way I’ve always imagined. GIRLY, if you will. As a child, I never had my own bedroom. At first, I actually shared with my sister and my brother. It was a big trailer, or it seemed at the time, with a bedroom at each end. We had bunk beds. I was on the top, one pulled out from underneath where my brother slept, and that left my sister under me. So, you can imagine my yearning for my very own bedroom.
We’ll talk more about my first home as a widow in the next letter.
For now, I’ll just conclude that the room will be GIRLY — and not nautical!
Nautical was more of Mitch’s call. Not mine.
