Q? Describe the room your in.
A. The light reflects off the eggshell white walls of the bedroom I find myself in. It's late, I'm sitting in bed with my favorite patchwork quilt pulled up and bunched around me. Even though it's late, my toddler hasn't found her way to dreamland yet and is amusing herself by looking at her story books next to me.
This room looks like a toy bomb went off in it. A pink, polka dotted toy bomb. There is a two-story Barbie mansion sitting in the middle of the room, with Barbie dolls in all states of dress and undress lying all around it. I wonder if the party at the Barbie mansion got out of control, and perhaps the jealous Porcelain Fairy Doll, (who didn't get invited to the party), used the Fisher Price phone to call the GI Joe cops? Perhaps that's why the dolls are laying all about the room looking as if they have partied too hard. Prince Charming has lost one boot and his crown.
The ponies must have come to the party too, or been invited to the corner of the room, for a tea party. A toy table has been set up in the corner with fake cake and teacups for a tea party not to be missed. My Little Ponies are all around in varying colors from pink to green. The brown contrast of the room's carpet really sets off the yellow color of Buttercup Surprise Pony's plastic body.
My gaze drifts from the toy-strewn floor to the walls of this room. Magical art abounds, fairies fly across the walls, flowers bloom on the windowsill, and a huge painting of "The Swan Princess" ballet hangs over the full size bed.
It's a room of magic, of imagination, and inspiration, of rainbows, and childhood giggles all wrapped up in the smells of lavender and vanilla. It's a room for dreamers.
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