my room there were never any plans on how my room was going to look like. most of the furniture/accents were given to me as gifts, by people who know me well and my taste. my mom and i put the pieces together and then when we stepped back to look at what we've done, we realized it was very paris, france oriented. which is funny, because i've never been to paris and i don't have the burning desire to go to france like a lot of people do. there's a lot of gold & ribbons & dangles & fringes & antique & intricate brass. my mom has such a great eye for beauty & art & interior design, for which i am extremely grateful. i grew up in a well-designed house, where everything was well put together, from the end table to the carpet to the draperies. a lot of capo di montes, massive china cabinets, importer rugs and tapestries. the details, i love. growing up i always felt like a princess because our house was always so beautiful, it felt like living in a castle. not only because of the fine details & things but also because of the strict care, cleaning and maintenance that the house required. not to mention that we had to act accordingly.