A princess' private chamber; that was the view I saw. Soft pinks, purples, and an overall wash of paisley made my little-girl/budding-designer-self melt into easy comfort. A vast ocean of imperfect wood swept across the top of her bedroom. It was an expanse of nature's notched wood to house her sleeping form. I would close the door that matched the color of the wooded ceiling and immediately peer left. A grand mirror stretching all the way from the fuzzy blue carpet to the above washed brown planks. My small stature was always a picture of aw when I gazed up at this huge reflective wall. Again, I always thought, 'Only a princess would have such a large mirror upon her wall.' The walls of her bower were sprinkled with lilies of white and soft pink. I remember loving to trail my finger across the wallpaper because it had an indescribable texture, like sandpaper but soft; more like the dust that sandpaper leaves behind. On the far side of the room was a mantle made of burgundy and light brown bricks with a small gas fireplace. The scene was made perfect when I would perch on that warm fireplace and watch winter pass through the large windows that took up a majority of the wall from the far corner. An enormous bed took up one forth of the sizable room. Always decorated in the most beautiful bed skirts and linens, the bed was just the right size to engulf a happy little girl within it's perfect and fluffy down blankets. Knowing the joy that it brought to my youth, and spying the overall grandeur, I would not be surprised if my grandmother was inspired, while designing her adult bedroom, by the memories of her own childhood when she was in love with fairytale castles too.
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