Groves of Olives: #300: the bedroom

Inspired by my good friend Kelsey's interior design prowess and simultaneous prompting by curious friends and family for a look at our uptown bungalow, I've decided to do a mini-series of posts much like one of my favorite websites: Apartment Therapy. Spoiler alert: we live in 800 square feet of 1-bedroom-1-bathroom-corner-unit paradise, so there won't be much to show. However, we are quite proud of the work that has gone into making it look our own.

So a bit of background on Superman Groves (code for Brian, my husband): if you can dream it, he can build it. Last night we broke ground on our newest project which takes up our entire living room (more to come!). As the girl who can swing a hammer, use a measuring tape and hold my own with the cordless drill, I make a pretty handy assistant... but I am convinced this man could take a caulk gun and his router and remodel the Taj Mahal.

Long before I moved in, Brian began putting his touches on what he considered a stock apartment. Obliterating our lease contract with no hope for a return on our deposit, we now have custom-built bookshelves (installed in the wall), a walnut King-size bed frame, upholstered headboard and ottoman, bathroom shelving, and a beautiful color palate on our walls. I look to him with intense admiration and desire now living in the space he created and customized for us in which to build our lives together. What an easy environment to fully experience the truth and reality of our future hope that we are going to a place that has been prepared for us!

That being said, let us begin. Today: the bedroom!

How about that red blanket? It all started with Ol' Glory, our American Flag throw from Faribault Mills, an American Woolen Mills company that got their start making blankets during the Civil War. Brian gave me Ol' Glory last year for Christmas and thus began our picnicking and blanket acquisition habits. Last year, J.C. Penny was selling them like hot cakes on super sale... Alas not anymore. Every few months we would save up and buy another. Big Red is a king-size blanket that found its way at the foot of our bed. And yes, they all have names.

Last year (note: when we were still dating), Brian asked me to write his last name on a piece of paper. Thinking not much of it, "Sure," and I wrote "Groves" in my thoughtless lowercase cursive. What you see above the bed is the product.