When I was a little girl, we didn't have money to decorate our bedrooms, but they always felt special. We didn't have bedroom furniture sets that matched, rather it was a patchwork of well-loved-hand-me-downs from extended family. My bed was a white captain's bed with painted gold trim. It had three drawers that I stashed my Archie collection in and my Halloween candy as a teenager. My desk belonged to my Mom before she gave it to me. I obsessed about the supplies I kept in the two drawers, always re-organizing them. My room was my cocoon.
It's funny what you remember when time slows down and you breathe in the summer air. Wonder Woman, I did have a Wonder Woman light-switch-plate that I thought was pretty rad.
|This was the ACTUAL LIGHT SWITCH PLATE!|
From grade 4 to grade 9, I had a best friend who had an AMAZING bedroom with a double bed and a color TV with remote control. I envied her back then. She was an only child and she had everything, or so I thought...
Looking back now, I wouldn't trade the hand-me-down-fixer-uppers for anything. Because I know that money could have bought all of the fanciest bedding, matching lamps and cushions, but it could never replace the experience of expressing our imagination. And now, I have become a sort of master at moving furniture around.
I'm daydreaming about switching things up around here... An ode to the 80's...
Thanks Mom, for all the little things that still mean so much.
What do you remember most about your childhood bedroom? xox