Menu Join now Search

Domino Decorating

It began innocently enough. A few years ago when my oldest son Drew got his own apartment, he vacated a bedroom that quickly became his sister’s greatest desire. He was barely out the door when Brie began packing up her own belongings for the move across the hall. We told her to cool her jets and be patient. After a few years of being used and abused by a teenage boy, the walls had to be painted before she could take up occupancy.

Brie wanted to paint it orange, but my husband convinced her that five orange walls (an angled doorway gives the room a short fifth wall) would drive her nuts after a few days. He suggested that if her heart was set on bright, we should paint each wall a different color. This from a man who is colorblind. Go figure.

There weren’t enough walls to utilize the ROY G. BIV rainbow, but there were enough for the abbreviated ROY G. B. It looked like a Crayola factory explosion in there. Needless to say, Brie loved it. She immediately settled in and covered those brightly tinted walls with movie and music posters, causing me to wonder why we went to the trouble of painting in the first place. 

In all the commotion, Brie’s old room began to look enticing to our younger daughter, Perri. It was larger than the one she was occupying and it wasn’t fair that Tucker, our new baby boy, should have the bigger room! She had a point and once again, we broke out the paint pans and rollers. Since Dad chose the color scheme of the first bedroom (which, mercifully, is at the back of the house) I decided that Mom should have creative control of the second. Perri’s new room has two windows that overlook the front yard and can easily be seen by passersby, so I felt compelled to protect it from the possibility of another frenetic display of a colorblind man’s (lack of) artistic abilities. I chose a lovely shade of pink for the upper half of the walls with pink and white gingham print wallpaper on the lower half.   

This left Perri’s old room for Tucker. Did I mention that I decorated that room when Perri came along? The pink carpeting, picket fence and three dimensional sun and clouds overlooking the garden themed room all played beautifully into a little girl’s floral fantasy. Somehow I didn’t see it working really well for Tucker.

After the picket fence was replaced with split rail, the pink carpet replaced with green and a fun barnyard border hung around the entire room, this formerly feminine abode was suitable for a son. We threw in a few pieces of John Deere for good measure and Tucker left the safe confines of the bassinette in the master bedroom for his own nursery.

Once all the kids were happily settled, my husband and I took a few minutes to catch our breath before starting on our own room. Eight years in this house and the master bedroom still sported the same white paint and bland décor as when we moved in. Finally it was our turn. 

Three coats of raspberry red later, we have a great foundation from which to start. I decided that crown moulding would be the perfect touch and it sits in the barn awaiting stain. The carpet doesn’t yet need replaced, but we’re now shopping for bedding and window coverings that suit both our tastes. This could take a good, long while.

So goes the domestic phenomenon that my friend Sheryl refers to as domino decorating. One thing leads to another, then another, and on and on it goes. The sad part is that I thought completing the master bedroom would be the end of the cycle for us this time around. Little did I know. Brie has now flown the coop and Tucker’s belongings have outgrown the confines of the smallest bedroom in the house. So before the raspberry room is even completed, the question is posed:

“How many gallons of Kilz does it take to hide the decorating disasters of a colorblind man?”