Here's the update on the redecorating of my daughter's room.
This room has grown with her from little girl lavender and bunnies to teenage magenta, teal and music posters to a young adult room. When she moved out for college, I redid it (for me) in chamois and red as a writing room. She moved back in and so did a black platform bed.
Here's what it looked like after she moved out again, emptied of the platform bed with the wicker chaise, chairs and desk. It felt out of sync and a little empty.
Here's the new room under construction.
Completion! Rosy off white walls. A white sofa bed that opens to a full bed. Two new tables one black, one white with the legs switched to make Ikea more interesting. A big, brand new desk (for me) with a shelf/storage unit beside it. New pillows on the window seat. New lamps.
I realized the other day, that this is the first time in over 20 years that this bedroom has had completely new furniture! It's a little amazing, wonderful and, ok, nostalgic.
Our homes are containers of our lives.
They hold within their walls all those days and nights that will forever be frozen in our memories. Good ones like our first romantic, couple bedroom(ok, glad the waterbed was a fad) and anniversary toasts, my children's first yawns in this world, Cinderella birthdays, Thomas the Tank Engine themed bedrooms, prom and wedding dresses, and all those Christmas trees and decorated cookies and non-turkey dinners.
All of these memories aren't just inside our heads, they're inside our rooms and closets and garages. I don't know about you, but my home is like one big evolving scrapbook of my life and the lives of my husband, daughter and son.
So redecorating is a bittersweet trip down memory lane along with a joy ride into the future.
As I sit here on my new, pristine white sofa bed, I smile and sigh and know that this is yet another room that will grow more memories.