I’m doing my little girl’s bedroom little by little as my daughter keeps being over enthusiastic with her felt tips. As a result we have a little bit of decor done when there’s no additions to her graffiti wall.
Here are some of the ideas I’ve been saving for her bedroom.
Just the door – don’t look at what’s around it (ha).
The bedroom is still a strong yellow, but I’m planning to have decorative paneling half way up the wall in this dusky pink and toning down the yellow above. But after we broke through the doorway I couldn’t resist painting the door after I did added this glad she door handle.
If you look at the other post you’ll see the door had wall paper on the paneling which actually had a fabric like mesh underneath. The only way I could completely remove it was with a heat gun – the kind you use to strip paint.
The top panel felt funny as I was working and then when I heard a cracking sound I realised why – it was a window. The other side of the door is padded and I didn’t have a clue.
I carried on carefully working round the broken glass anyway as I remembered I had this ‘Josette’ window film from Laura Ashley tucked away. You can see in the next image the cracked glass which the film is now holding together.
The finger plate is an original, mirrored Art Deco piece and I got it from eBay along with the vintage glass handle.
I haven’t taken the other side of the door off yet so the panelling is behind the glass. It will eventually lead to a walk in wardrobe and then a bathroom if we’re able to get the plumbing in place. That’s going to take a little while yet though. In the meantime I’m loving the little vintage pieces.
I’ve so wanted to share this with you, another of my little finds. This handle is of porcelain Limoges and I found it through French eBay. I put it on our bedroom door and, even though I have no intention of decorating the rest of the room yet, I couldn’t resist going to buy a can of paint to paint the door around it (hence the imperfect paint job at present).
I won’t get around to the rest of the room until next year probably, but as I said in this post it’s beginning to take shape as I find little things in brocante’s that I can’t resist.
I’m also working on the internal door we managed to open the other day. It had been locked and as there was no key so I was finding it difficult to close the door. I’d taken off the lock completely and managed to get all but one of the screws off – however that one screw meant I couldn’t get to the locking system and open it.
Faced with a choice of a new lock I took it to the chandlers across the road. The lovely couple who run it are so helpful with the husband helping me with advice on how to do things, which professionals to use (pointing at names in the phonebook and shaking his head when he thinks they’re not very good) along with the correct pronunciation of my adopted tongue! I explained the situations searching for a new lock – but he took it from me out the back and fixed it!!
I was so pleased I brought them both a bottle of wine and a box of chocolates.
I’ll post a picture of the internal door with its glass handle and mirrored finger plate when I’ve got that little bit further. (Yes, I’m still finishing those curtains – this weekend I’m hoping)
I found this chandelier in a state at a local Brocante for 4€. I was so excited because, even though it was badly tarnished, the detail was exquisite. I had placed it in the passenger seat next to me in the car and was driving to pick up the girls when I glance over at a set of traffic lights to admire my special find. That’s when I noticed it, the parts where the light bulbs where held had the electrics burnt away.
My heart sank – would I have to throw this beautiful thing away?
My mind whirred – what could I do with it instead. It simply couldn’t end up in landfil! I considered removing the electrics completely, gluing tealights holders in their place and hanging it from a tree outside as a form of external, candle lighting for al fresco dining.
Then one day in the supermarket I saw what I realised were replacement light fittings. I bought one and asked my Pops, who lives here in France, could they be used to replace the destroyed ones?
My dad’s a star! After much tinkering he managed to attach it. We ordered more and the remainder were replaced to.
When we first moved here at Christmas I took it out and set to work cleaning it. An entire week later and an aching arm saw a gleaming, beautiful chandelier.
Halfway through the project I’d lost the will to live. My mother in law was over for Christmas and she’d sat with me as I’d scrubbed with brasso. At one point, about two thirds of the way through, I looked up and said “maybe I should just paint it white?” She’s from the rougher parts of London, but as a grammar school girl she sounds posh and is a cultured woman who is able to relate to everyone, irrelevant of class. At this moment though it was like an Eliza Doolittle moment as she exclaimed “What after all that work!!!”
So I reconsidered.
After the job was finished I put the chandelier away with the view of putting it up as soon as possible, however other things have intervened. With the completion of the ceiling medallion I couldn’t resist putting them both up this weekend.
Unlike the light under the stairs, or in the laundry room or even our bedroom this was a trickier task and I had to call in my hubby to help after I did started as it was too heavy to do all on my own. Nevertheless when the bulbs where in and the candle cap shades where on I was so pleased with the result.