A house can’t be a home without the perfect bedroom.

“I’m recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all.”    ̶  Ani Difranco

Beatles and boxes

It where you spend your most peaceful hours, where you dance in your underwear in front of the mirror and where you curl up when you are sad. It’s where you take time for yourself or time to be with someone else. It’s where you plan new memories and revisit old ones.

A bedroom is that little piece of heaven that no one can take away from you; a bedroom is that feeling of relief as you sink into your bed after a long day, it’s the place where the world melts away and you get to be you.

It has taken me about three years and numerous holidays to find all the small pieces to the puzzle that is my bedroom, and I think…minus a few empty picture frames it may just be complete.  That is of course until I find the next painting I just have to have or the next vase that would look great on my bedside table.

So my basic idea was to fill my one wall with little artworks or memories I’ve picked up on my travels, or that friends and family have given to me, it’s a map of my life…and I am eventually going to have to get a way bigger wall. The walls are two-tone with a darker green on the bottom and a lighter green on the top (no guessing what my favorite colour is) and all the finishes are mahogany.

Here are a few photos of the (somewhat) finished product.

Money box from India and coasters from China

Pearls in this pretty antique dish my mom gave me

Mask from Indonesia, painting from Vietnam and block mount from Thailand

Desk, complete with VW Beetle collection.

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