Wednesday, 15 September 2010

Sweet Dreams


This is my dream bedroom. Sadly, it isn't how my real bedroom looks. It isn't how my real bedroom has ever (or will ever) look because The Toyboy Trucker would leave me. It is, however, exactly how my new heroine's bedroom looks and I'm dead jealous. New heroine (Francesca, known as Frankie) in Never Can Say Goodbye, is a girl after my own heart who loves colour and clutter and all things retro - which is why she's running a vintage frock shop and dresses like a bag-lady and has a tart's boudoir bedroom... I can only claim one of these...

Anyway, because I've been obsessed by bedrooms lately, I thought I'd mention Frankie's and blog about mine. It's still not finished. It's been well over a month now and it still looks like a shed... Why, in the name of all that's holy, we ever got into this mess, I still can't quite understand.

It all started when The Toyboy Trucker decided he'd like a telly in the bedroom. I'm anti telly-in-the-bedroom for all sorts of reasons - main one being The Toyboy Trucker falling asleep with something loud and violent blaring out and me having to stuff my ears from the explosions and screams and avert my eyes from the blood and gore and eventually having to stumble from the cosiness of the bed to switch the damn thing off. The Toyboy Trucker convinced me that we've moved on technologically since 1987 and he'd have a remote control and headphones and I'd never notice it...

So, I gave in, and said okay - we'll have a telly in the bedroom... The Toyboy Trucker excitedly bought one - all flat-screen and DVD-playing-and-recording etc etc - and that's honestly where it all started. Because we quickly discovered we actually hadn't got anywhere to put a telly. We had one socket and a bedroom full of old brown furniture - lots of dressing tables and chests - that had belonged to my Nan. And none of them were in the right place for a telly, and they were all crumbly and rickety and decrepit to boot. And the walls wouldn't support a bracket because they were covered in pictures and lots of disintegrating 1970s wardrobes... So, it was decided - all for the sake of a damn telly - that we'd have a bedroom make-over. We'd ditch the mis-matched clutter and, despite my private yearning for a purple and pink girly glory-hole, have something pale and plain and pristine.

It all sounded so easy. We measured the room. Men from the furniture shop measured the room. All the measurements tallied. We chose an entire range of pale beech furniture, hand-built, and made-to-measure. In Germany. We were going to have a bank of wardrobes at one end of the room, including a walk-in, and lots of new matching chests, and one of those over-the-bed-and down-the-sides contraptions incorporating masses of cupboards and shelves and little twinkly hidden lights. Men-in-shorts were brought in to remove all the old stuff and decorate the room in a nice tasteful cream and rewire the bedroom to enable us to have a telly.

The new furniture arrived. Thirty boxes of it. The delivery men chuckled as they hefted it upstairs. As soon as they'd left I understood why. Most of it was self-assembly, very little of it was labelled, and the instructions were in German...

I'll gloss over the August Bank Holiday weekend. Tempers, it must be said, were frayed... By the Monday night we were no longer speaking but we'd got two-and-half wardrobes built; the walk-in wasn't built or even slightly walk-in because we had two left sides and no right one (it's going to take another 6 weeks to get a replacement); the drawers didn't fit the chests - and funniest of all (okay, not at the time - but with hindsight....) was the fact that the over-the-bed contraption didn't fit bloody anywhere... The measurements had been taken across the middle of the room. No-one had taken into account that a) there were big chunky skirting boards at the bottom and b) this house is 70 years old and the walls aren't exactly even...

Men-in-shorts were recalled to do what they could. Suffice it to say they had to remove part of a wall. It took three days to burrow through plaster and bricks and breeze blocks. The upstairs looked like Beirut, we were all coughing and spluttering and sort of permanently grey, and the lovely fresh cream decor was covered in dust and rubble... Oh, and we'd got a kind of knock-through effect into the spare room. Still, the over-the-bed thing eventually fitted - even if we're now sleeping at a rather odd angle, the bookshelves slope like they're starring in the final throes of the Titanic, and the little twinkly lights are somewhat intermittent.

Of course, because the wardrobe cluster (that's how it was described - honest) isn't finished owing to the lack of right-side-of-walk-in, most of our clothes are in bin liners and suitcases. I'm still picking brick rubble out of the cats and from between my toes. The bedroom looks like a bomb site - albeit a nice cream one.

And the thing that started all this? The telly? Still in its box until such time as the bedroom is finished, which, as far as I can tell, *might* just be before the start of the 2012 Olympics...

10 comments:

Debs said...

Arghhh, what a nightmare for you both. I do hope everything it sorted soon.

Years ago I had a new kitchen put in (different house, different husband in fact) it took 2 months to sort out. We went on holiday 5 weeks later and had burst pipe damage and had to go through the entire nightmare again. Shiver at the memory.

Love the picture of the bedroom, I'd love something like that too. Nevermind I can dream.

alzamina said...

LOL - Oh you poor thing. Never mind your dream bedroom, it looks like your nightmare bedroom. If TBT has his TV - why can't you have your purple?????

Hope it gets sorted soon xx

Karen said...

Oh Lordy! I can relate to this as we're 7 and a half weeks into having a new kitchen fitted and it was only supposed to take three, although there isn't a telly involved. I'm still finding plaster dust everywhere though.

As people keep telling me, I'm sure it'll be worth it in the end - the walk-in wardrobe sounds especially fab :o)

Christina Jones said...

Debs - so sorry that you've been through the same nightmare... sometimes wish we'd just leave the old stuff alone... Oh, that bedroom - I love it so much - but know it's far too girly to share with a bloke.... C xxx

Christina Jones said...

alzamina - thank you - and in reality I can't have purple walls because I wouldn't be able to spot the SPIDERS!!!!! C xxx

Christina Jones said...

Karen - oooh, good luck with the kitchen!!! Had that done 10 years ago - needs doing again now - BUT will NEVER, NEVER, NEVER have the kitchen touched ever, ever, ever again - it was hell on wheels. Of course yours will look lovely (like our bedroom) WHEN it's finished... C xxxx

Colette McCormick said...

All good fun then!

Pickles and Onions said...

My husband and I went through something similar, but in our living room - also because we "needed" a new, flat TV. It took longer than planned but - and don't tell him! - it actually is nicer now :)

Christina Jones said...

Colette - yep - as is normal in my life... Cx

Christina Jones said...

P&O - thank for making me laugh in sympathy... and *maybe* the bedroom will be better too once it's finished - if ever!!!!