Ok confession time. I, Just A Small Town Girl, have an unhealthy, inexplicably uncontainable obsession with (drum roll please) my bedroom.
Yes I’m a twenty-something year old in the prime of my life, yes I have what one would classify as a pretty active social life, but would I chose to spend an evening in my bed, music on with my Yankee candles lit and fairy lights twinkling, over a wild club night in the city with my girls? Hell yes! Drake was right, I only love my bed and my momma (but the difference is, I’m not sorry!)
On a cold winter’s morning, I actually miss it as soon as my alarm goes off, before I’ve even gotten out of bed! I know that’s weird. But surely I’m not the only one that has these feelings?!
The thing is, I feel like I’ve gotten to a stage where my bedroom decor is finally just right for me. It’s gone from being black, red and white, to all cerise, to lime green and white and now finally it’s a calm and collected cream/beige. Ahh bliss. Duvet, cushions and blankets are all on point, beanbag sits nicely in the corner, rug lies comfortably on the floorboards and my mirrors are all strategically placed for the best lighting. What’s not to love?!
Ok I know I sound slightly insane, but in my defence, I did acknowledge that it’s an unhealthy obsession at the start of this post. What can I say? My bedroom is my sanctuary and I wouldn’t have it any other way ❤