It never fails. The first time someone walks into my house, whether it's a man or a woman, he or she will invariably say something like, "Oh, I can tell a girl lives here!" or "It's very girlie!" or "You can tell there's no man in this house!" To which I happily reply, "Guilty!" I live alone for a reason (there are lots of them actually but that's a different post). I wanna live in a space that feels like me. I don't wanna live in a man cave...in fact I don't want anything that resembles a cave anywhere in my house -- not even in my basement. I want there to be light. I want the curtains to be sheer and open. I wanna be able to see outside on a Sunday day or a snowy day or a rainy day. I want the colors to be soft and sunny even when I may not feel that way on the inside. When I finally lie down to go to sleep at night, I wanna feel like I'm settling into a cozy nest. And when I wake up in the morning, I wanna feel like I've been reborn a little, not like I'm being drug out of a cave into the light.
But, hey, that's just me, and that's really my point. You see, for a natural introvert like me, my house is my refuge...it's where I go at the end of the day to find my zen place. I can only find it if I'm in a place that actually feels like me...and let's face it, I'm definitely a girl! (Sorry guys...love me, love my girlie house.)
Shopping note: Bedding and window panels are all Simply Shabby Chic from Target. Rug is Dash and Albert. Kitty throw pillow is lilac point himalayan, a.k.a Ivy Rose. :)
