Eclectic

Eclectic would be one way to describe my childhood bedroom, also messy, chaotic, cluttered, and artistic.  All words that embody my way of living.  I am not opposed to white walls and minimalism, but I have always been a collector of memorabilia and antiques.  I am the kind of kid who would go to a new place and instead of buying a t-shirt, I would hunt for vintage postcards, original art or knick knacks that would enhance my collection.  I don't like throwing things away, so they seem to end up on a shelf or on my model form.  I guess you could say my room is a mix of bohemian meets garage sale.  Not pictured is my 70's purple shag carpet, tacky, but 10-year-old Anna thought it would be timeless.  False, so false.  I do love color, but not in the form of a 30-year-old relic.  Other than that large mistake, I love my oasis.  It's filled with coffee table books, fashion magazines, memory boxes, and porcelain angels I've been gifted over the years.  Although it's not everyone's taste, I am truly happy with my target infused, hodgepodge of a 10x11 box.