I’m going to tell you a little secret. I wasn’t always the super stylish (in fashion and decor) gal I am today.
(Emphasize eye roll here.)
Let’s cut to the chase: this past weekend I was digging through some old photos and came across a few I took of my bedroom back in 2001. I should begin this by saying I was 16 years old, and yes, boys did date me even with a room like this one.
I must have taken this picture right before my parents surprised me and redid my room while I was away on a marching band trip. (They pulled up my shag carpet and finished the wood floors; my mom painted a dragonfly border around the entire room.) I was just inching out of my Tweety Bird phase… you’ll see more of that in the next picture. Clearly, Eeyore was the apple of my eye. Can you count all of them? I’m still unclear of what that black blob on my bed is… hmm…
Okay wow. Totally overwhelming, right? There was a time that the shelves with the plush animals stretched that entire wall so I guess I grew up a little bit… right? (Full disclosure: I was the kid who felt guilty when she couldn’t have all her plush friends sleep in bed with her at night.) I feel like the Disney Hipsters are going to have a heart attack when they see this, especially because of the picture frames and multitude of knick knacks. I’m better now I swear!
Here’s a bigger representation of all the critters that filled up my room back then. I highlighted the Disney-ish momentos but you can definitely see that I had a thing for Tweety bird. (Did you guys shift favorite characters too? I went straight from Tweety to Eeyore and I don’t really have one anymore.) Funny how this still represents Estelle as the adult — some Disney love mixed with the Muppets. Typical me. (You can also spot 2 Snoopys and two Big Birds.)
I don’t have a picture of the opposite wall but it did have a TV and an entertainment center (years later the top of the EC was filled with the most Eeyore plushes in the world — or so I thought!) and a Dirty Dancing poster. I don’t remember much else.
In 2001, we had already been to WDW about seven summers in a row. What amazes me most about this picture is just how little of it actually reflects those trips and was stuff I had already been collecting or gifted throughout the years. (Examples: The framed Mickey & Minnie Mouse poster was a gift from my grandma when I was 3, and the small glimpse you can see of the Miss Piggy plush in photo 3 is from when I was around 4 or 5.)
Since then, my domain has grown and I have an entire house to fill with STUFF. But… my style nowadays is cleaner, I’ve donated a bunch of my prized plush collection, and I pick and choose what I buy when I’m at the parks or The Disney Store. (I also really like to throw stuff out… ask my husband.) After many HGTV marathons, I’ve worked hard to perfect ‘the art of staging’. So if there’s Disney stuff, I try to make it look as pretty and seamless as possible.
And for the record, I no longer sleep with any plush animals.