Frequently, a web site or blog will feature Phoebe’s work. Everyone seems to have a favorite room of hers, but one room in particular is mentioned more often than any other.
“The Power of Pink”, the project pictured above, is a beautiful room that is all over the blogosphere. Some love it for the bed, some love the light, airy feel, and some people just love the shade of pink. However you slice it, it is a gorgeous space. What many people may not know is that Phoebe designed this room for a show house in Atlanta … it is not actually in anyone’s home.
Knowing how many people have fallen in love with these photos, Phoebe wanted to share with you something special she wrote after finishing this room. Below, Phoebe describes what inspired “The Power of Pink” and why it is so meaningful to her.
The subconscious mind can really play tricks on you when you least expect it. As I stood in this room that I decorated for the Atlanta Symphony Show house, it suddenly became alarmingly obvious to me what I had actually created. It was not a room designed for a teenage girl as an ethereal oasis to protect and shelter her from the trials of being thirteen. My concept was to use pink in a way that was not sticky or sweet, but quite current and hip. It would be feminine and pretty, but not girly. The room would be a serene cocoon, but the tone would be stylish. This was what I had set out to design, but in fact the outcome was something quite different.
Eighteen years earlier my beautiful daughter Nellie was born, my second child, and I was completely overjoyed. I desperately wanted her to be a girl and was not afraid to admit it. I had four brothers and had always longed for a sister - no such luck. We did not know that she was a girl, four sonograms failed to identify her, and I had done the unthinkable. I decorated the nursery completely and entirely for a girl. I painted the walls the dreamiest shade of shell pink, painted the ceiling light grey, and the trim white. I hung sheer white billowy batiste curtains at the windows. I dressed her crib and the iron bed in white linen. A faded needlepoint rug lay on the floor, and I covered tufted furniture in creamy soft fabrics. It was a risky move, to decorate that way, and everyone was worried what might happen. I was never concerned. When the joyous day arrived, and I carried that baby into that nursery, my world was absolutely perfect. She was beautiful, healthy, and I was intoxicated with the purest form of true happiness and love. I spent many months in that room with my little girl, and the hours melted away. The light was perfect, and the room was so warm and enveloping, in a calm and simple way. I was lucky, and I would never forget it.
When I walked in to my room at the show house, that was when it hit me. I had recreated her nursery, one month before her graduation from high school. We were about to be empty nesters. The walls were pink, the ceiling grey, and the trim white. Billowy white sheers draped the bed, and hung at the windows. An old oushak lay on the floor, and tufted furniture was covered in soft fabrics. It took my breath away. As I realized what I had done, and the tears streamed down my face, I suddenly knew that it was going to be alright, and that I would be able to let her go. I had been a good mother, and my nest would never be empty. I could let her go. So I knew that my room would touch others in a different way than I had envisioned. Mothers with daughters would visit my room, be able to embrace their feminine side and paint rooms pink with full abandon. Pink is a color that actually has many layers, and not necessarily sweet. For me it was such a surprise, I still smile when I think of my shock when I entered that room.
Who would have thought that pink could be so powerful?