What do you do with one daughter who loves pink, and another that loves blue? Oh the dilemmas. They still do not have any dressers in their rooms, and there are plenty of pictures to be hung; but we have made progress. So here is a taste, and a little of how we did a few things that we did.
First, the headboards. I wanted white tufted headboards. White doesn’t scare me, because you can bleach white. But I also didn’t want to pay for white tufted headboards, at least not retail pricing. So one weekend when my brilliant, math minded, brother-in-law was here visiting; I sent him into the garage to draw a couple of headboards for me on plywood. I showed him a picture and then said, “Good luck, and make sure they are symmetrical.” It was tough, but he is, after all, a thinker. I knew it would come to him:
I knew he could do it, and he did. Smarty pants:
And then my hubby cut them out for me and sanded them smooth:
We know a wonderful upholsterer in town. He and his wife are so dear, they work together and do beautiful work. We delivered the headboards to him for tufting, as I had reached the end of what I was willing to do myself. They are absolutely lovely. I sewed the panels behind the beds with Ella one rainy weekend. It was supposed to be a three person job, but Caroline lost interest after 20 minutes. 
I still love the side table:
Remember the before:
You can click here to get the recipe for creating this same look. The knobs are from Anthropologie, of course.
The oil painting is my own art. Created especially for my girls. With great hesitance, because only real artists can name their artwork, and I’m kind of a real artist sometimes, maybe, and then other days not so much….I named this piece “Becoming Beautiful”. Because they are, we are, together, a little more everyday:
There are other thing to still be done in this room of theirs. Like some kind of a bridge to connect our homeschooling room to their loft, but I’m staying out of that discussion and leaving it to the more adventuresome.
But even incomplete, it’s a beautiful place, like most things in life are…
The smart man I’m married to, also gutted a nearby closet that was no longer needed and we were able to make the space bigger. He framed up our new bathroom (still small), and we worked hard at maximizing the space we had.
The ceiling in our kitchen was cut into in the process, and the new plumbing was installed…it was complicated. This is the difference in new construction vs remodeling. When you remodel, you are forced to get creative.
This was my inspiration picture for the bath: 
I’m so thankful this space is done, and the mess is gone.
