Gingham invasion

On the insidious underbelly of nostalgia, Felicity, guest room fantasies, and skepticism of my own desires.

In my post earlier this week, I found myself articulating a fantasy that I hadn’t previously verbalized—that of a colorful, eclectic, cottagecore-influenced guest bedroom in our new house. The vision for the guest room involves a black wrought iron bed, a bright quilt in a modern pattern (the kind you would find in a wealthy New Yorker’s country house i…