My mom has always been a big fan of kitsch and is well aware of the poofta factor of the room. She aptly named it: Sunrise in Liberace’s mother’s bedroom.
My bed when I was growing up was an enormous princess and the pea type number. It had a big, old, oak head and footboard and stood so high I had to put my foot on the side board to get into it. one of my favorite things to do was put all my stuffed animals on it and pretend it was a boat headed out to sea.

Above were clouds painted by my mom. She spent a week during my 4th grade summer making big fluffy ones against a blue sky. I was so excited. I had a princess bead, big fluffy clouds and the only octagon shaped bedroom in a 200 mile radius. Let’s just say two words: princess complex.

When I go home about once a year I still sleep in my old room…in my old bed. It’s a bit too soft for me now and it kind of gives me the creeps to be 36 sleeping in my old room (something about going to bed a 36 year old adult and waking up to be a 13 year old brat…hummm..) but I still day dream about it. I miss waking up in that bright morning light.

The bird of paradise plant was my birthday gift at age 13. That’s all I wanted that year…since I couldn’t live in the tropics. Poor me.
Some of my vintage luggage. Damn, I miss that too!!!