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My childhood bedroom was …. a complete mess. My brother and I had a playroom downstairs for all of our toys, but that didn’t seem to help keep my room from becoming a disaster zone. As much as I am a neat freak now, back then I was NOT. Underneath all the books, papers, and [mostly] clothes was a little wooden desk that sat facing a window with a view of the cornfield. I used to sit and read Sweet Valley High or Trixie Belden books, write in my diary, and write horrible horrible poetry. The walls were covered in some old purple textured wallpaper and I seem to remember that I made some weird “sculpture” on the wall next to my bed with a bunch of belts. I had a huge white bookshelf in my room filled with books, cassette tapes, magazines, etc. There was a Michael Jackson poster hanging on the back of my door [the one where he's wearing all white and I think he had a yellow sweater tied around his neck] and I’m sure there must have been some Corey Haim and Mark Paul Gosselear [who is still hot btw] posters up somewhere too. I also had a secret door in the back of my closet that opened into a room in our old farmhouse that we never used. It had never been remodeled and was very creepy. The one thing I always wished I had was a canopy bed.
Like this “Coraline Canopy Bed” from PB Teen. I might have even draped some sheer fabric over some of the posts … oh who am I kidding? – Pre-teen me would have used it as one more place to toss my clothes. Still, I always wanted one. A canopy bed just seemed so fairytale-esque. But I survived without it and eventually I picked up all my clothes and papers and tucked them neatly into files and drawers [this only happened within the last few years]. No more belts or teen idol posters on the walls – just some antlers, actual artwork with frames, and a large white pendant lamp adorn the bedroom now. If I could go back, I think I’d keep that bedroom clean … maybe then I would have gotten a canopy bed.