Athen Sdrpc

Starting out all over again was like being let loose in a wildflower field, complete with fragrance, color, and newly felt freedom to wander and wonder. My boudoir self deserved some complementary attention. A little paint. A lot more love. Thoughtful redefinition. Why not start with that archetype of intimacy, sexuality, and personal mystique, I wondered, the bed? It’s been said that men prefer four-post beds, preferably spiraling (ooh-la-la), and that women look for sleigh beds or curved head- and foot- boards—resembling the womb shape.
I didn’t want a conventional headboard at all. I got a new bed (a donation from my darling mother) and moved it under the front window, which was exactly the same width. I layered sheer embroidered curtains, French fabricated and picked up at a closeout sale, for privacy and as an artful crown over white pillow shams and duvet. A swoop of gauzy fabric, twisted and hung a little funky from the ceiling, created just the off-center romantic look I hoped for. It was a frolicsome solution, and no pennies or time were spent shopping for a mass-produced piece of furniture that actually serves little purpose.