Vintage. A word which conjures up images of a bygone era. Simpler times and pieces of history we cling to in order to feel connected to the generations which have gone before us.
Also a word which sends chills up your spine when you are walking through the mall and overhear a group of teenage girls talking about the “Vintage 80′s and 90′s” clothing they can’t wait to try on. And I don’t mean the 1880′s and 1890′s!
Could it be possible that the clothing I wore is now considered “vintage”? I mean, I know I turn 37 today, but come on people!
Well, I think I’ll just stick to my definition of “vintage” and share with you how that word inspired the way I decorated my daughter’s room.
It’s a room filled with history. Pieces of the past. Her mother’s past and her grandmothers past and her auntie Heather’s past and her great-grandmothers past.
So help me, this girl is going to love history!
Shadow boxes hang on the wall and hold baby gowns which belonged to her great-grandmothers.
Her dresser and bed belonged to her Nonna (my mom) when she was a little girl. I won’t call them “vintage” OK Mom?
They were also in my sister’s room growing up and then were in the guest bedroom of my parent’s home until finally making their way here.
I have so many memories of Heather and I pretending that bed was our wagon when we played “Little House on the Prairie”. She was the Mary to my Laura. Still is.
And to soften the oak (which will never be painted by the way!!) I added some details fit for a princess. A curtain panel and the dust ruffle which used to grace my daughter’s crib found new purpose here!
My daughter’s room is quintessentially “girl”. It has interesting angles and almost resembles an attic room. And, the window seat is my favorite feature. If she doesn’t wind up sitting there reading “Anne of Green Gables” then I might just have to!
Alongside the vintage there is some “new”. My daughter’s first Easter dress and her Dedication gown look right at home hanging on the wall with a baby bonnet which belonged to my great-grandmother.
And lest you think that she doesn’t actually LIVE in this room I thought it only fair that I showed you the inside of her closet. I would’ve also showed you the enormous amount of toys, stuffed animals and odds and ends that wound up in the hallway outside her room so that I could take these photos but I thought it might kill the moment.
Above the vanity hangs this beautiful painting done by my incredibly talented father-in-law as a gift to my girl when she was born. I know that it too will be passed down from generation to generation!
Every time I open the drawer to get out her little undies and socks I see that precious face staring at me. In that photo she is wearing one of those baby gowns that is now behind the glass of a shadow box. I remember slipping it over her soft infant head and realizing how incredible the connection is between the past and the present.
I want to preserve that.
And even when someday these walls are painted to suit her pre-teen tastes and the cameo Toile fabric is long gone and the baby gowns are lovingly packed away and posters of teen hearthrobs are plastered everywhere, I hope that she will still have a love for all things “vintage”.
If nothing else I’m sure she will stand in the mall with her friends talking about the latest in “Vintage 2000′s” fashion!
Thanks so much for joining me today at the Fence,
P.S. Did you happen to see the latest addition to my daughter’s room? I shared this American Girl Doll sized Dollhouse earlier this week!
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