My bedroom is very special to me. I tend to luxuriate in there. I knit in bed. I read in bed. I drink tea in bed. I eat jam and bread in bed. Sometimes, on rainy Saturdays or Sundays, my husband and I just spend salubrious hours, cosied right in beneath the duvets. Right now it is a very soothing green colour. I know it needs to be painted but I loathe the thought of actually doing it. I just lurve this bedroom with the gingham headboard and the ever so lovely wallpaper. Tranquil.
My problem is I love too many styles. And colours. And patterns.
I wish I could pinpoint the look I really want. But, alas, I cannot.
Blues, greens and pinky reds are definitely some of my very favourites.
How sweet is this spot blanket? And the lovely, lovely flowery sheets? Divine!