During one of our last evenings spent at Hardin house, I commented on how shockingly easy it was to transition from having a bedroom of my own to occupying a much smaller space that was then divided by three. Despite this ease, my cozy bedroom is still one of the many sweet rewards I look forward to when coming home. More than the size, it's the high ceilings, the bed that I didn't realize was as heavenly as it is until I left, and the personal touches that make it my own. Here are some of my favorite of these personal touches that have made my simple bedroom my personal sanctuary.
The first is a feature of my room I've been fond of from the moment I moved in the summer before 3rd grade. This nook frames the single set of windows in my room and is the quintessential spot to cozy up with a magazine and the prime spot to churn up a new BOD post. The dainty but elegant chandelier provides the perfect amount of light for a nighttime reading setting.
And the final touch that adds the last bit of feminine flair are the antique mirrors that frame the sofa, which turns into a pullout bed that has served me well for quite a few slumber parties.
This white-washed wardrobe used to host an old TV and, well, simply put, all my crap. It occurred to me one day a few years back that I don't watch nearly enough live television to need one in my room. Thus, I transformed the wardrobe for use with its original purpose--a second home for my clothes, but exclusively my favorite dresses and my growing collection of heels.
The side compartments on that same wardrobe contain various odds and ends including old yearbooks, knick knacks, handbags, and other storage items. On the interior of the side doors are old vintage maps, an ode to the travel theme that's playfully spread throughout my room.
The theme isn't completely overwhelming, but there are subtle touches that indicate my yearning to explore the globe. One of these pieces is this vintage piece of luggage decorated with old fashioned European luggage tags my mom and I happened upon at a shop in the Heights.
This full-length mirror is the latest addition to my room. I used to have an awkward-sized mirror that I had to contort my body to even see three-fourths of myself at one time. So, we ditched that bad boy and welcomed this beauty that not only serves practical mirror purposes, but also enlarges the room a great deal.
I never thought twice about the lighting in my bathroom until this year, when I discovered I loved the old Hollywood dressing-room style light fixture. I used these black and white photos of Paris from an old calendar to cover what was going to be the whole ceiling. When I ran out of photos sooner than I ran out of space, I discovered I loved how it covered only a fraction of the ceiling. The different shapes and sizes made for a shape that resembled the silhouettes you see of buildings in a city skyline.
When the middle of high school came around, I figured it was time to throw out the rainbow floral shower curtain and invest in something a little more sophisticated. This curtain was kind of an impulse purchase, but I love it. It's a Robert McMullan photograph which meant absolutely nothing to me until Chuck and Blair fought over one of his pieces at a Sotheby's auction in an episode of Gossip Girl. Of course, I was totes perked I knew who that was thanks to this purchase.
Though I love the Keep Calm & Carry On signs, I though I'd opt for a different textual piece of wall art. I thought this epitomized my relationship with two of my loves that much of my time in my both bedroom and my dorm: blogging and late night coffee to sustain my study habits.
And last but not least, a towel holder that eerily foreshadowed my future as a Kappa key with its fleur de lis nobs.
Now, just for laughs I'll show you my room circa freshman year. Since then, we've said farewell to the yellow walls, the massive picture collage, and the more festive bedding.
And post-wall collage
Though we all need the occassional getaway, I think simply being in my room is my most relaxing retreat. Once the door is closed, I can figuratively and literally shut out all the outside stressful forces of my life and enjoy my space turned sanctuary.