Let’s see… My bedroom is, well, Victorian, I guess would be the best word to describe it. The bottom half of the walls are a really pretty shade of soft green, and the top is a cream color. I’m working on a hand-painted border of mock-impressionist style flowers that go around the entire room, but it’s going slowly. The carpet is a deep shade of green velvet, and the mop board and the chair rail are stained a deep shade of walnut brown, as is all of my furniture.
My furniture *cackle* all antiques.
My bed belonged to my godparents, and it’s about 90 years old, give or take a decade, and comes up to my hip, so it’s really high off of the ground, and is (I think) iron cast with a brown mock-wood finish. My night stand is actually a writing desk from a library from the 1890’s, and has lion claw feet, and there’s always an odd collection of books on it. The bookcase belonged to my great-great grandmother, so it’s about a century old too, I keep my collection of prize books on it (about a dozen books, Shakespeare and so on from the 1890s all in really, really, really good shape, and my great-great-great grandmother’s old school books).
My lamp is a floor lamp; the poor thing is n33k3d right now because all of the lamp shades that I’ve found that can fit are moth-eaten. It’s a mock Victorian piece from about the 1930-1940s, and it’s been rewired, and right now it’s being used as a necklace/purse rack for all my junk jewelry.
My armoire/wardrobe/closet was actually made by my dad, and is another mock-Victorian piece. There are more books on top of it, and my Rider of the Year trophy.
The chair is old school too; wicker seat and what not, was in my great-great grandad’s study until his death. My door is actually was a front door *cackle*, I found it at a yardsale and stripped it down. There’s a glass arch in it, but I have a curtain on it for privacy. Me dresser is built right into my wall (which saves a lot of room), and I stripped those down too, and stained ‘em myself.
And thus concludes the ten cent tour of my room