Growing up girly

During our search as first-time homebuyers we discovered an unwritten New Jersey law: every house must have at least one pink room. When we purchased this house, it had two and a half pink rooms, a mild selection compared to our other choices. The bathroom has pink tile (Granted: a subdued pink, but pink nonetheless). It also had some paint-splattered pinkish wallpaper above the tile. Yum! One of the bedrooms had pink diagonally-striped wallpaper (this has since been eliminated), and the kitchen had pink countertops (also now eliminated).

I hate pink. Okay, maybe that's a little strong. I don't hate pink; I just really would prefer to limit its reach to my daughter's clothing and live flowers. Even within those realms, I like to keep pink minimal.

Lately our house has been in a bit of turmoil. The roof started leaking in Zach's room. Our contractor fixed it from the outside, but that turned out to be a temporary solution, so he had to go through the ceiling to really fix it. Before he could do that, we had to move Zach and all of his things upstairs. That's when the turmoil really started.

Ellie has the biggest room on the second floor. She's been in that room for three years, but as soon as Zach moved into the glorified closet across the hall, she grew discontent. She wanted the small room! We toyed with swapping, but she has more stuff than he does and switching would just be too much work. Cut through all the drama and tears to this week. We persuaded (bribed) Ellie to stay in the big room by offering to redecorate it. She confessed she wanted the small room so she could make it "girly."

Five years ago I spent a lot of time choosing the bedding for our firstborn. I wanted something feminine, but not too over-the-top girly. I did NOT want pink. I chose a lovely vintage floral quilt of delicious cranberry, sage and butter colors. Her crib converted to a full-size bed and, miraculously, I found the same floral fabric to make her a matching full-size quilt. When we moved here we painted the room a subtle cottage stone color (aka taupe). It was a beautiful room!

Now, after Ellie's makeover, it looks like this:

Yup. A Pepto Bismol explosion. I have no idea how I got such a girly girl! She really wants to paint the walls, too, but I just don't think I could handle that. The pink curtains already make the walls glow a little too pink for me. I also stopped shy of the "fairy canopy" she wanted suspended over her bed. As it is, the pink quilt, shams, pillowcases and curtains are added to the other confectionary items already cluttering her room. Like this.

And this.

And this. (Notice: even her polar bear is wearing a pink fairy dress.)

Oh, and this, which appears larger than actual size.

And here is her most favored possession, since it contains a bundle of pink jewelry. (Notice again, the fairy princess theme.)

But then she took the pink a bit too far.

The sacrifices parents make. I may *gulp* have a pink room in my house for the next five to fifteen years. *Deep breath* But look at that smile. It's worth every color-cringing moment.

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