Later this week there will be post about Child A’s bedroom. But table that for now. The thing that’s relevant at the moment is that I had to go to JoAnne’s to buy some fabric.
While waiting for my number to be called at the cutting table (I was number 1,317 and they were on number 6), Child A and I wandered the store to distract ourselves.
That’s when we was saw this “Home Inspirations” display.
I want to kn0w – I mean I seriously want to know so I can hunt you down and smack you – who the hell is decorating their teenaged girl’s rooms A La Tragic Teenage Vampire?
Cause I am gonna do you some hurt.
Let me zoom in here so you can get a closer look.
Where the hominess of wrought iron meets the creepiness of blood red accessories.
If your approach to parenting your teenage daughter is to allow her to craft a shrine in her bedroom to a sulky teenaged bloodsucker with gender stereotype issues, you and I need to have a chat wherein I am allowed to use a two-by-four.
Not well visualized in that picture is an arterial red throw pillow shaped like a rose.
Cause nothing says burgeoning into woman-hood like graphically inappropriate symbols of de-flowering.
Here’s another view.
Like those stars?
Yes! It’s Pottery Barn for the chronically angsty! Also if you look to the right side of the nightmare decorating scheme, you’ll see a hand-mirror shaped wall mirror (how clever!). The perfect accessory for the sweet sixteen who wishes she was one of the reflectionless undead.
I can get behind the steamy wish-fulfillment teenaged romance as much as the next woman-who-was-once-upon-a-time-a-thirteen-year-old-girl. But we, as parents, have a responsibility to our children as they explore relationships and sexuality.
And anyone who allows “Twilight” to become so much a lifestyle that it necessitates its own decorating scheme is going to undergo a deprogramming session that involves oral reading of Jane Austen and Emily Bronte.
And possibly bamboo under the fingernails.