When I was six, my mom brought home a JC Penney catalog and blew my mind. She opened it up the the children's bedding section and said, "Elizabeth, lets decorate your bedroom. Which bed set do you like the best?" It wasn't hard for me to settle on a favorite; a two sided heart patterned comforter with matching ruffled shams. One side was covered in small hearts, the other in large hearts. They were every shade of the rainbow, and I thought it was the most beautiful thing I had ever laid eyes on.
So mom ordered it, along with matching valences. Then, we went out and bought some bookshelves (looking back, I realize how nice those solid wood shelves really were) and painted them a purple-ish blue. Mom framed and matted my drawings, and I got to carefully arrange my Madame Alexander dolls on top of the bookshelves for display. It really was a great little girl room, and ever since then I have searched in vain to create the perfect bedroom.
In my wayward teenage years I horrifyingly covered my Laura Ashley wallpaper with posters of Smashing Pumpkins and Pearl Jam. When I got to college I realized that no amount of Christmas lights strung on the ceiling could make a dorm homey. After I got married we spent several years with a bedroom of mismatched furniture. My choices early on were questionable, and I inevitably ended up hating whatever cheap comforter I could afford to buy.
Now my bedroom consists of four of my favorite things: 1. The color pink, any variation or combination 2. White sheer curtains 3. Black and white photos of our family 4. White painted furniture I'm a firm believer that bedrooms are meant to be girly. Whenever I hear my friends say things like, "I love floral prints, but my husband just wont let them in the house," I confess, I cringe. Luckily for me, I have a very long suffering husband (although, he isn't totally mistreated, he does have his man-room with one very large TV). But now, finally, after such a long quest, I finally love my bedroom again.