When I moved to San Francisco two years ago, I remember the sheer joy I felt at the opportunity to create a new home for myself. The possibility of a blank canvas is my ultimate bliss. And just as I was opening up my mind to bedroom inspiration I saw this image and instantly fell in love with the girly opulence it evoked. I fell in love with the feeling.
I resolved to create an unapologetically girly oasis for myself. To recreate the feeling I had felt when I first laid eyes on this sugary nook. To bask in the strength of being a women. To take care to attend to this internal call for pink before it was too late. And so I created this:
Ever poignant in my life now that I’ll be married in five month and forever more sharing an abode with him (and most certainly not decorating with pink), I’m abundantly grateful that I had the foresight to listen to that internal voice inside to grab for pink one. last. time. And I’m reminded again that when it comes to decorating, the heart always knows best.
*Photography: Emily Johnston Anderson for Rue Magazine
