A friend of mine shared this article with me yesterday written by Lindsay Ferrier of Suburban Turmoil. It is titled “Warped Childhood, Restoration Hardware Style”, and features photos from the Restoration Hardware baby & Kids catalog with some rather funny captions. Here’s an excerpt:
“Realizing that playthings would certainly spoil the aesthetic of their daughter’s bedroom, little Emmaline Clothilde Sinclair-Murray’s parents wisely limited her to an iPad and one rag doll. “
Really, you should read the article simply for the children’s names the author chooses. They are hilarious, and in my opinion, the best element of the whole piece. But what really struck me is the heart of what the author is saying, and what I have actually been thinking about lately as I put together my daughters room.
My girls are three and nearly two so they don’t have much of an opinion on what their room looks like. But I was up one night planning a gallery wall for them, and was struck by something when I stopped and really looked at it. It was not for them, it was for me. I immediately threw my draft away, and started to ponder the balance of sophistication I wanted and the childlike whimsy of bright colors and sparkle. (truth be told, I feel embarrassed that I lost touch with my own advice) For example, I love the photo below, but it is rather adult-like, yes?
Perhaps a blend of the photo below and the one above would be more of what I am hoping for?
Are we so out of touch with childhood (and so into our adulthood) that we forget to include “the kid” in our kids rooms?
Sometimes, our kids are able to express what is meaningful to them loud enough that it covers the noise of what we think should be meaningful to them. Case in point, I put up this strip of wallpaper in my boys room, imagining us painting the frames and placing sweet photos inside. Pretty much from day one, it has looked like this.
And I love it. They tape up work they are proud of, and pictures they like. They’re never gonna remember my wallpaper strip, but I hope they remember their work, and their effort, and their pride in it, and their creativity, and that I loved them so much that I could take myself out of designer world and let them tape their pictures up to their heart’s content. It’s not a magazine, it’s authentic.
Kids rooms are for kids, and I’m sure there is a happy medium here just like there is for everything else.
How do you handle what your kids desire for their rooms vs. what you think will be pretty/look good?