I feel like I can't talk about our new house without referencing the shortcomings of our old house, which feels like a betrayal, like talking with your new lover about all the things you didn't dig about your old lover. This was our old bedroom. I loved it, too. Especially after I ripped up all that carpet, pried up every last staple and nail, and painted the floors white.
But in our newer bedroom, I feel like I've captured all of my weird tastes in one space. It's a collision of references, and it somehow all works: Weird antiques! Nautical! Granny! Global! Scallops! Midcentury! It's all there, and even though none of it "goes," it's like everyone has agreed to get along anyway.
I painted the walls Sherwin Williams' Mt. Etna, which is blacky, bluey, greeny color that gives me lots of feels, and then I painted the trim the same color (but in a glossier oil).
The doors to our closet and bathroom are a new addition. I got them from the Home Depot website--they're supposed to be installed as bifold, but I installed them like french doors with these art deco antique doorknobs I got from this shop on Etsy. I painted them the Mt. Etna color. They weren't quite long enough, and there was a couple inch gap between where they ended and the floor begins so I put some garage door weatherstripping stuff at the bottom as an easy fix. I was worried it was going to look like crap, but it's all good.
In the closet, I put Benjamin Moore "Mystic Lake" on the walls and "Queen Anne Pink" on the ceiling. I'm tired just thinking about how much time I've spent painting all these surfaces, but it was worth it. This room has mucho soul. The light fixtures were a steal from Gilt, and I installed them myself. They're ridiculously large for a closet, and that's why they're exactly right.