Reliving my childhood? As if once wasn’t bad enough?
Not that my childhood was terrible by any means, but I wouldn’t want to go back to being 5, or 9, or even 14. 27, now that’s a number I’d like to see again.
Throughout childhood, I dreamed of having a pretty room painted pink or purple. In my dream, yards of white fabric would frame my bed and canopy my head. My dreams never came true.
In reality, my room was butt ugly. Sorry mom, but you gotta admit that it was less than pretty.
My room was paneled and although I was spared the dinginess of cheap brown paneling, it was paneled nonetheless. This paneling started off white and morphed into cream with a greenish-gold hue. Characters, created by deep yellowed grooves, almost came to life when you squinted. At times these characters scared the pee out of me, causing me to sleep with my light on until I went to college. Other times, they were useful and entertained much more than counting sheep.
I’m digressing in the post. It’s really all about FringeKid’s room now. I love her room.
And, although I realize it’s slightly busy, she loves the patterns. The curtains have jellyfish floating freely in a sea of pink cotton. She sheets are crazy florals and the blanket polka dots…the reverse stripes. Over-the-top, but whimsically comfortable at the same time.
The felt butterflies were a gift and add so much color to the “boring” side of the room.
I really should paint those doors!
The hat lamp makes me think of Alice In Wonderland.
Recently, while in the dollar store, I found the flower garden. They are wall stickers and I adore them. The wall was nearly naked and now it’s abuzz in life.