The Art of Compromise

When we moved into our new house, I was so excited to decorate our master bedroom. I had never had a completed "adult" bedroom before, so I had all sorts of ideas dancing around my mind.

We painted the room a pearl gray. Quite a difference from the fire engine red and tan that had previously graced the walls.

Before:


I choose elegant dark gray henna patterned curtains and hung a Love sign scrawled in loopy cursive above the dresser.





Then my progress came to a halt as 4th quarter geared up at school. Still I daydreamed about accent colors. Should I go with all-the-rage-right-now goldenrod yellow with the gray? Perhaps a peaceful, misty blue. Or some romantic touches of pink.



I scoured HomeGoods and Target for delicate glass bubble lamps and started planning a photo collage of engagement, wedding, pregnancy, baby pictures to surround the love sign.



Then I came home to this.



Right... Exactly where I pictured a white tufted chair with freshly cut pink roses clustered on an antique side table. Not that I've thought about this much, of course.

Guess I'll be curling up with my book and my glass of wine a la benchpress.