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My personal renaissance brought about such renovation with panache. I took something ugly and made from it something beautiful.
Guess what? I learned along the way. I get to do that with my life as the interior designer of my own experience on this earth.
The bedroom comes closer than any other room in defining the multifaceted soul of my life story’s lead character. After all, a bedroom facilitates the unconscious, It is where the last visual image each night and the first visual image each morning feed my psyche and spirit. It is the place I dream, the place I watch myself in the mirror—wash, dress, and pamper this incredible body that at times has been abused with too little sleep, poor food choices, and lack of exercise yet has still kept me moving and breathing for more than half a century. The bedroom, more than any other, influences my dreams, thoughts, self-talk, imagination, and inspiration to live my passions.
Shortly before I revamped my bedroom, I was asked to model in a local fashion show and surprised myself by being quickly affirmative. Then again, who wouldn’t say yes when offered a free haircut and color, facial, and style analysis? The experience taught me lessons I needed. When I showed up at the boutique to pick out clothes for the fashion show, my excitement immediately dissipated. The store manager had already selected what she wanted me to model. I sought out the fashion coordinator and whispered in horror, “I would never actuallywear these outfits in public!”
“Oh no,” she answered when she saw them. “These are not’ you.” She proceeded to weave through the shop choosing clothes for me while I browsed in one corner. Eventually she showed up, arms laden with chic capris and peasant tops, simple dresses with classic lines, turquoise beads, and bangles.
“How could you know exactly what I’d wear?” I asked, delighted.
“Because I’m trained to recognize personal style,” she offered, calling mine part town-and-country and part ethnic-artsy.
Bingo.
How she nailed that when she barely knew me, I’m still not sure. I do know, regardless of my experiments over the years with whatever’s trendy, that I’ve always come back again and again to simple lines and bold, solid colors, anything beaded, and clothing that moves or is cut at angles. Frilly cuts and flowery patterns don’t work for me, and they won’t work for my bedroom either. So I make changes to my boudoir decor within my signature style, expressed differently as I move through transitions of age, calling, and location. When I was married, raising children, and working as a magazine and book editor, I didn’t even have time to dream about signature style, let alone give it conscious attention, and least of all pay for it. But life is short. The tables have turned, and I’m here to tell about it.