Before tour: the west bedroom
The west bedroom is the fraternal twin of the east bedroom across the hall and it’s one of my favorite rooms in the house. With northern, southern and western exposures, it’s bathed in light for all but the early morning hours. We’re reserving it for the good kid. (Somewhere, my mom’s heart rate jumped a notch at the mention of this hypothetical kid. “No pressure” she assures me.)
The west windows frame views across the roof of the library and down King Street to the tower of the courthouse, making the room feel very connected to the heart of Hillsborough. Like the east bedroom, there’s a fireplace, this one with a mini-me version of the living room mantel. The experienced eye of a brick mason who toured the house this summer identified the brick hearth as the only untouched original in the house, as evidenced by the spiral pattern of the masonry.
The closets are slightly less offensive than the large one in the east bedroom, but I’ve got some ideas about how they might be improved.
The original plank ceilings have been concealed with humdrum wood paneling that I’d like to eventually remove. As with most of the walls in the house, the plaster is failing and is tenuously held in place by a layer of vinyl wallpaper that’s been painted over (curses to all those who commit this unforgivable crime). The floors are delightfully lumpy, creaky and imperfect.
As with the east bedroom, our interventions here will be relatively minor, aimed mostly at updating and freshening the finishes. Until then, I’ll continue to occasionally step in to survey our domain from on high, and appreciate the views of our neat little town.
The Ordinary House 
This was my bedroom and there was no vinyl wall paper. Over the fireplace were 3 Degas ballet prints. What is the closet area was a simple curtain on a pole that was used to separate the rest of the room. Thelma, my second Mama who raised me and just turned 100 this week, always said there was a “whooey” in the room who had built a nest…I used to be messy once upon a time!
Zacki
I remember you saying this was your room…lucky you! And I think I’d prefer the curtain on the pole. The closets aren’t the most elegant addition, but they are useful for stashing a mess.
i’m approaching senility, but still no pressure!
Until you continue to annihilate me at Words With Friends, your imminent senility argument doesn’t hold water.
Your mom’s heart rate jumped a little??? Au contraire…it jumped a lot!