I remember being a little girl and being absolutely fascinated by my aunt's canopy bed - it seemed to have a magical quality about it, I could hardly keep my eyes closed I kept wanting to look at the pretty floral canopy above me. As a grown up (sort of...) my love for pretty canopies remained strong and in my last 'single girl' room I had a beautiful, wispy white canopy over my bed. I always felt like I was up in the clouds or in some ethereal, romantic Arabian nights type of tent. I made me smile just to see it. Andrew has since given a veto to the girly-ness so I've passed the canopy along to my sister in hopes that it will bring her a little magic :).


{Another lovely canopy here.}

{Photo:HauteDesign, Flickr}