This bedroom was one of the strangest rooms in our little adobe, which is probably why I loved it so much. The original house was built in the 1930s, but this room was added sometime around the 1950s, leaving us with an odd-shaped layout, a beautiful built-in closet, and a few design puzzles to solve.

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The original wood floors had been marked by some kind of deep black stain from the previous owner’s painting days, and no amount of scrubbing or refinishing could fully erase it. So instead of fighting it, we followed the lead of the house and stained the floors black. It instantly made the room feel moodier, more intentional, and a little bit dramatic in the best way.

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From there, the room became all about contrast: a saturated teal wall, soft white bedding, black sliding barn doors, warm brass lighting, woven textures, family antiques from my MEME and grandparents, and local art collected over time. Because the electrical situation was not exactly straightforward, we had to run external wiring for the ceiling light, which added one more quirky little layer to the room’s personality.

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The bathroom was tiny and needed a lot of love. Right before we left on tour, we discovered mold, which turned a simple update into a full remodel that happened almost entirely while we were on the road. I spent that tour on the phone with our contractor, talking through tile, layout, storage, and the built-in shelves we designed to make the most of every inch.

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Somehow, between shows and long drives, it came together: patterned floors, clean tile, warm wood shelves, black hardware, and the most glorious Toto toilet we got through a friend’s Wayfair hookup and still miss to this day.