My downtown front porch is a southern hotspot for hello's and how are ya's. The chorus of city sounds surrounds my building. But once inside my room, the hubbub hushes and the house speaks for itself. Sure, I filled it with me and mine. But that for which I'm not responsible is what I love most - the creaky wood floor, each door a different size, the crumbly paint painted over too many times. I had to compromise with the architecture, to complement its vintage character with my own collection of aged, second-hand belongings. I feel that interior design is a conversation that doesn't end until you move and start a new one. My bedroom and I are still talking. But we're getting somewhere. I wish you could come sit in here, the shifting light is just beautiful in the afternoon.
What are your tips for creating a beautiful, healthy and organized bedroom?:
Are there Rules of decorating? Do you know them? Ignore them. They are irrelevant to the creatively-abled. A cow hide cannot deem a space "classy" or "confident," no single piece can (especially if you buy it for that reason). Design for yourself. And respect the space you've created! Keep it clean - don't clutter the couch, the walls, the beside table. If it's not important, it's trash. And if it is important, treat it so!
In modern homes, bedrooms have become more than just a place to sleep; they can be a retreat, a home office, a library, a relaxation zone. What are some ways you make the most of your bedroom?:
My century-old home is far from modern, but my bedroom is certainly more than a place to sleep. Oh, the joys of studio apartments... In terms of design, however, I am grateful for my lack of square footage, for creativity blossoms best where it is needed most. I make the most of my bedroom by embracing the layers. I leave the door open to make my closet accessible. I throw blankets on pillows on blankets. Curtains part to bare cloth blinds. The tray on my chair's side table holds still the Thai cloth beneath it, which distracts from the scratched wood below. Wires on wood against greeny velvet... An ordered collection of stuff is only what you make it. Welcome to my home.