Pulling together a room is intuitive for me.  Despite thousands of Pinterest pins and what some would consider an unreasonable quantity of decor volumes on my shelves, when actually decorating it comes down to me sitting in a room and seeing what it calls for. The ideas come 'in response to' rather than by superimposing a predetermined design.

(this may or may not be a metaphor for the rest of my life you know) 

The little girls share a small room now for the first time, in a pair of white antique twin beds.  One by one the ideas I had for them when coming to this house were rejected.  When we got here I knew just what I wanted for the windows – storybook style white pricillas, the sort that have graced dollhouses and picture book windows for generations.

I had pairs of these very curtains stored for many years.  They were purchased the same year this house was built – 1979 – for my own girlhood bedroom in Wisconsin.  I spent half an hour today coaxing out the creases and pressing the ruffles for their next stint in Utah.