A few months ago, I was convinced that my bedding was too masculine and went on a hunt for something with softer features, only to be stopped by the frugal faeries prancing around inside my head. So, instead of buying new bedding, I repurposed a year-old rug that had previously been in my living room. And my room became instantly girly.
The rest of my room is marked by strong-featured wooden furniture, all handed down from my mom. There's this tall dresser that I love:
And this chair that I love even more:
