I still remember the first apartment where I finally let myself decorate without asking anyone’s opinion. I dragged in a dusty rose rug, layered it with a woven throw, and suddenly the room felt softer and more forgiving. It wasn’t perfect, but it felt like me for the…
I still remember the first time I realized my bedroom didn’t actually make me feel calm. It was pretty enough, sure, but it felt cold and unfinished, like a hotel room I never fully unpacked. One evening, I swapped my neutral throw for a dusty pink one, and…
I still remember the first time I tried to make my bedroom feel more grown-up and mysterious. I’d bought a thrifted black velvet throw on a whim, thinking it might be too dramatic. But the moment I spread it across the bed, the entire room shifted. It suddenly…
I still remember the first time I decorated a kids’ room for Christmas. I thought the tree in the living room would be enough, but when I walked past their door that night and saw the plain, undecorated space, something felt off. Kids see magic everywhere, but sometimes…
Every December, I’m reminded of the first year I decided to decorate my bedroom for Christmas. I had always saved my festive energy for the living room, thinking that was where holiday magic was supposed to live. But one unexpectedly chilly night, as I wrapped myself in a…