If I were my daughter, I would have written this post
Many imagine it full of pastel colors and small pieces of furniture with acid varnish, posters of horses hanging on the walls.
My bedroom is filled with custom-made, raw wood shelves and wallpaper in blue with clouds and rainbows. I had to bring everything I needed to live my little life into this small room:do my homework, read, sleep, draw.
I even made a cabin in the big wall cupboard, the one where I hung my giant calendar and also a slate because I like to act as if I had lots to think about and not forget, like mum . I also have a large blackboard, with chalks of all colors, to play mistress, and a dinette piece of furniture to invite the cat to share my breakfast. It's nicer than with a Barbie.
What I appreciate the most in my room is that I feel safe there. In my bed on the mezzanine, perched like a bird, I take refuge among books and comics. The decoration comes down to my drawings, and photos of my favorite animals. An old desk, in the middle of the room, hosts my violin scores.
Growing up, we often want to change the furniture, for lack of being able to push the walls, and the ponies are replaced by our favorite stars. The small desk where we used to draw for hours just a year earlier is supplanted by a magnificent corner computer cabinet. We want to repaint the mezzanine, but mom and dad don't want to. My room, it evolves at the same time as me, moreover I still managed to swap the office for a sofa, matching the lilac of the curtains, to invite my friends on Wednesday afternoons.
My greatest success is to have convinced mum to set up a mini tea room in a corner of the room:I have in a box, under the sofa, something to serve tea and cakes to my friends. (e)s. I even have my own teapot and its set of cups with a tray. I promised Dad that I would invite him to have tea on my sofa, if he brought back the pain au chocolat. I've made a selection of the best comics to accompany tea, when I'm the only one having it, neatly arranged in alphabetical order, like at the library.
But the fight will really be won when I can install a hammock, hanging from the beams of the mezzanine, repainted in apple green.
