what happens in the bedroom... {the farewell tour part 1}

...apparently goes on the blog for all the world the 7 of you to see.

Since we're getting our current home ready to sell, I thought it would be stupid embarrassing fun to show you how our house has...{ahem}...evolved over the past 14 years.  Please keep in mind that our house hasn't turned into a showpiece or anything, but I like to think I've at least made a few improvements over the years.

(If not, please let me know now before we finish the next house.)

If you've been following from way back, you know one of my earliest projects was to update the freaking old, ugly, hideous, ready-for-the-dumpster 80s furniture that has been gracing haunting our bedroom for...well...ever.

The dresser was successfully completed earlier this year; the chest of drawers has mocked me ever since.

It didn't think it was ever going to go under the knife.

It thought it was safe.

Nothing like the pressure of getting your house ready to sell to light a fire (not a burn pile--yet).

Remember this?

Now it looks like this:

The last time I felt this much relief was on a 5-hour car trip when Philly finally stopped to let me pee.

Philly ripped off the old drawer fronts and added the ones we made when we worked on the dresser.  I used some ho-made black chalk paint and waxed with Annie Sloan clear wax.  I LOVE that stuff!

So, I started taking pictures of the room for the house ad, and I thought it would be fun to show the different room iterations.  I went hunting for old pics.  I was successful in some rooms...others, not so much.

But I scored in the bedroom.  *wink*

This would be a good time for a shot of butterscotch schnapps.

Ready?

When Philly and I moved in and started decorating, he wanted a room where he could pick stuff out.  It was the bedroom.  (Trust me...the ones I "decorated" weren't any better.)

There's so much going on in that room.  I guess you call that country.  But it certainly wasn't cool.  Hang in there for just a sec while I scratch my eyes out. 

Thank you.

Could I have any more CRAP on that dresser??  I admit, I was a bit of a pig growing up.  My sister can attest to that fact since we were forced to share a bedroom, and she was Little Miss Neaty Anita-kins.  And I was a slob.

As I get older, age, mature, close in on menopause... crap.  Oh hell.  The older I get, the more I despise clutter.  I don't know how I ever survived the mess.

Although, I have to say that medal hanging from the mirror...that's from the Chicago Marathon.  Yep...pretty darn proud of that one.

By the way, I think I'm going for a new record for words I cross out in a single post.

Okay, on to iteration #2.  I actually really liked this one and didn't want to change it.  Philly thought we should de-stripify the wall before selling the house.

See the nightmare stand peeking at you from next to the bed?

That's my dog, Fred.  My mom made him for me when I was a little girl, and he is always on the bed.  Sometimes he and Eddie take a nap together.

Surprisingly, I'm at a loss for words.

And finally.  The finale:

I bought that comforter set a long time ago on super-duper clearance, and surprisingly, I still like it.

What do you think?

I think we've come a long way, baby.

Stay tuned for upcoming episodes of {the farewell tour}.

It's only going to get worse from here.

Did you miss the other parts of the tour?  You can see them here:

master bedroom {part 1} 

emma's room {part 2} 

the crappers {part 3} 

family room {part 4} 

living room {part 5}
the kitchen {part 6} 

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