Also on choir tour, we stayed at various people's homes every night, and this was one of the rooms I stayed in. And as we pulled into the driveway, our host mom asked my room-mates and I if we were ever afraid we would have a bad homestay. And then we saw this room and started feeling mildly creeped out. It was just such a shrine to childhood and was mildly reminiscent of Edward Scissorhands.
The wilted flowers and Jesus figurine just made it feel weirder.
And I found this picture, which I think is of her four kids, now grown up (although never mentioned past their teenage years), but none of them look happy in it at all.
Of course, nothing bad happened and it was really a lovely family, but the whole room just felt so strange, but definitely a style inspiration. I still need to figure out how to work it into an outfit though.
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