He pulled out a scrap of paper and sketched up this image that was better than anything I could ever image.
He planned with a foot board, which we may still add down the road. For now, we decided to see what the room would look like without, since we are trying to not make the space feel too cluttered.
When he brought it in the house, I about died. And cried. There was the old rustic wood as the mantel piece.
This bed is truly from my dreams (and I’m trying to convince him to make plans for you or extra headboards and sell them, so give me a shout out if you want to help convince him).
And I’ve got piles of bleached drop cloth and shades of linen all pre-washed and ready to be sewn into bedding.
If you are curious about the paint job on the bed, I knew this was the prime opportunity to try out the infamous Miss Mustard Seed Milk Paint.