I had big plans for our bedroom. We’d lived in our place for more than four years and I felt like our room needed a face lift.
Sure, we talked about it for awhile but one day we decided there was this furniture piece we needed for our room. It would be the piece that inspired the transformation; got the ball rolling.
First on the menu: Paint.
We discussed colors, different greys. As my husband was looking through different google images of grey bedrooms we both were struck by the different possibilities of accent walls. Yes! An accent wall would be perfect for the piece. It was decided: Our piece would be centered in the middle of the accent wall, our bed (and basically everything else) facing it.
Grey was a shoe-in, the accent wall on the other hand…so many choices!
As he continued to scroll I was struck by the pop of a burnt orange. But..orange? It was so….ORANGE.
It was a little out there but it was also…perfect.
We bought some paint samples and my husband painted swatches on the wall.
The orange really was perfect.
A week later, my husband and I cleared our bedroom (because painting/redecorating is also a great reason to PURGE) and the next day he and a friend of ours transformed our bedroom from the dingy white to a bold grey and burnt orange.
When I saw the room for the first time, I knew the colors were the right choice. It felt more ours than the room had ever felt.
I was excited about the change and the possibilities.
A few days later, we found out we wouldn’t be getting the piece. For whatever reason, something didn’t work out and now this new room that was jump-started by this piece…seemed….too much. The grey too dark, the orange too bright, the empty room felt even emptier.
The day after we got the news, I was home alone and felt a sense of urgency. I had to put the room back together. I couldn’t deal with the emptiness.
So I began moving the furniture back in, piece by piece. Everything seemed to be pointed at the orange wall. I was reminded of what was missing. Without hesitation I began playing Tetris with the furniture and completely rearranged everything. The bookshelves, dresser, and desk all found a new wall to call home. Our bed, which would have stared at the orange, was now on it; my back would always be to the wall.
It took me a week or so to realize that I reconfigured the room to avoid what was missing. I was choosing to avoid what happened instead of making peace with it.
There are moments when it’s ok to take time but then that time runs out and you have to actively make an effort to face what you’re avoiding, work through it, and try to make the most of what’s left.
There are times I still think about what could have been but at the end of the day, I love the wall and what it was intended for.
There’s no central piece in our room right now but that doesn’t mean there won’t be one in the future. Either way, it’s a great room with a great pop of color.