One Room Challenge: Week One — Dinette Disaster
Hello friends, old and new! Welcome to the One Room Challenge, wherein I and several other bloggers aim to transform a space in just six weeks. Say what? Am I crazy!? With two little dudes running around the house and a burgeoning interior design biz, it’s a wonder we have clean underwear around here much less time to decorate. On the other hand, a very serious situation has been brewing and it must be dealt with… Fresh whitey tighties may have to wait.
Before you stab your eyes out to stop the pain, let me (try to) explain myself. I am married to a man. I have a four year old man child. A little over a year ago, I found out I was pregnant with — you guessed it — another mini man. Now I love my boys to death and frankly cannot even imagine having a girl (although I am sure they are lovely, too), but for a little while there my pregnant hormones said PAINT IT PINK. My husband was horrified. My paint guru friend Sanders was apoplectic. But I couldn’t let all those XYs get in the way of my pink dinette.
I probably should have.
As soon as I painted it, I was like bow chicka bow bowwww and then I couldn’t get 1980s Hustler thoughts out of my mind. Plans to refinish the table and chairs ground to a halt, thwarted by this color which belongs either on Cinemaxxx after dark or perhaps in a grand mirrored ballroom with black and white marble floors, gilded candelabras, and enormous palms planted in turquoise and cinnabar pots — not in my very humble Browntown USA dinette.
But alas it was too late… I had a baby and put on my diaper blinders and just stopped caring for a while. It happens. Now my little guy is walking and talking, spilled milk and jelly fingers are on the wane, and there are no more excuses for this miserable hovel. So let’s discuss the space.
We bought our 1970s Tudor home two years ago. It’s fairly modest by Texan standards — about 2400 sq ft. The “dining room” is located by the front entry, but it’s very small and disconnected from the living area so we decided to turn it into a study/play room:
I like it. But now the only place our family of four (plus friends and extended family) have to eat is the dinette.
It’s a charmless room. The bay window is not symmetrical and it’s topped by a soffit that conceals (wait for it) the roof. Nothing to be done about that, sadly. Also it’s very dim in here because it faces north, we have tons of trees, and it overlooks a covered patio. Finally the floors are disgusting but we’re not replacing them with wood until we redo the hideous kitchen. Please jeebus let that be soon.
This is a weird corner where a fugly built in desk used to live. I like this James Montish china cabinet, but if I found something more spacious to store my out of control gilded glassware problem I would buy it.
The first step in taming this beast is paint because there is no cheaper, faster, better way to transform a space. Period.
However, this is a very tough room to choose paint for — which is partly how I ended up with pink in the first place. It’s dark, there are tons of weird angles, and it’s small. Also, because it’s visible from many rooms I wanted the color to make sense with the peachy ivory of the living room and the deep teal of the study. And I wanted it to be a wow color.
I called Sanders.
For those of you new to my blog, this is Sanders Price Gibbs III. He manages the south Austin Benjamin Moore store and he picks colors for fancy places like the W Hotel, fancy people like coiffed Louis Vuitton toting decorators, and for regular people who just want to get it right. I think I’m pretty darn good at choosing colors but Sanders is a GENIUS and when I need an expert opinion I call him.
Sanders helped me choose something waaaaaaaayyyyy far out of my comfort zone of neutrals and dark muted colors (see my choices above). At first I thought he was crazy but you know what? It’s just paint. Also, it is ridiculous to call someone in for an expert opinion and not take it.
Still, I made my oldest son Ike walk the color card around the house while I took pictures of it next to paint, wallpaper, artwork, rugs, my face… he was very happy about the situation.
Then I made a mockup of what I think the room would look like with this wacky color:
Here’s the plan: Chain Sciolari fixture to the house because it’s awesome. Have broken marble table that I ordered over a year ago (!) glued together by Dr. Marble. Clean dirty grout on floors and toss a cowhide rug over the whole situation. Use the four mid century Italian chairs that I thrifted for $20. Add simple white linen curtains with black trim on the leading edge. Maybe replace the wood blinds… maybe not. Depends on budget. Create art wall — it will probably be a tall grouping of pictures because the chandelier obscures most singular pieces. Learn to set a swanky table like a big girl. And somehow I need two more seats… should I do a bench? Two header chairs? A banquette? This is very dependent on budget, but I need another layer of ooomph in here somewhere. I have some ideas percolating, of course.
And then there’s that Farrow and Ball Arsenic paint… will I or won’t I? Tune in next week to find out!
Until then, please do check out the other uber talented participants in the One Room Challenge.