In the last summer where I had a sizable load of birthday cash from family members, I decided to give my bedroom a teen dream makeover. I always marveled at the chic bedrooms of magazine girls, and wanted desperately to be as organized and coordinated. So I took my money to the shops and bought new linens and a bunch of fixings for a unified look.
My mother took one look in the buggy and tore into me, saying this shade of red is a whore's colour. The whatsits were fine, but the bedding had to go. The darker crimson couldn't seal the deal either. Too morbid, she said. Like the brides of Dracula (so still too sexual for a teenage girl).