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Make a room with me, the sticker suitcase

A sticker-covered charity-shop find becomes a girls' bedroom in eight steps. The before, the during, and the moment the lid finally closes.

Every room I make starts with a suitcase that doesn't yet know what it wants to be. This one came home with me wearing every sticker a six-year-old can think of, umbrellas, rollerskates, a bow, a determined orange cat. I love these the most. They've already lived a life before me.

What follows is the build, the way I think through it, and the small choices that turn a tired old box into somewhere you'd want to be small enough to live.

Meet the suitcase

Pink, plastic-covered, and unmistakably pre-loved. A pound-fifty at a Sunday car boot. The shell is sturdy and the latch still snaps closed, that's most of what matters. The stickers will stay; they're part of the story I'm trying to tell.

Closed pink LOVLEY suitcase covered in colourful stickers, umbrella, rollerskate, cat, bow, lipstick, sat on a white table.

Open it up and listen

Lid up, latch loose, breathe in. The heart-and-flower lining is what tells me this is going to be a girl's bedroom, not a study or a kitchen. The pieces decide themselves once you let the suitcase speak first.

The same suitcase, opened. Lid stands tall. Interior is a soft pink lining with a tiny heart and flower pattern. Completely empty.

Backdrop check

I tape a blush card behind to test how the colour palette holds together before I commit. The lining is busy enough, I want soft furniture, white textiles, almost no clutter. The card stays for the first three pieces in.

Suitcase being styled, with a blush-pink card held up behind the open lid to test how the colour palette reads.

Anchor pieces first

The dresser-and-mirror goes against the back wall first. It's the tallest thing in the room and it sets the room's eye-line. The vanity table goes on the right. Two pieces in and the room already has a personality.

Inside the suitcase: a purple-and-pink miniature dresser with hutch stands against the back wall. A purple vanity table sits to the right. The floor is still bare.

Soft things

A fluffy off-white rug. A round footstool. A little white branch chair, the only piece I bend the colour rule for, because she earns it. This is where the room starts to feel inhabited.

The room now has a fluffy white rug centred on the floor, a small white branch-shaped chair to the right of the dresser, and a round purple footstool on the left.

Mirror, mirror

The pink standing mirror lands on the right wall. The little branch-chair gets nudged left-of-centre so the eye has somewhere to land between the dresser and the mirror. Tiny adjustments, five millimetres here, a turn there, are most of the work.

A pink standing mirror has been added on the right. The chair has moved slightly. The room is reading as a proper bedroom now.

The bed comes home

Last big piece: a purple four-poster against the left wall. I always put the bed in last because it's the one piece that locks everything else in place, once it's down, you can't really move anything else without redoing the room.

A purple four-poster miniature bed has been placed against the left wall. Everything else has shifted slightly to make room for it.

Close the lid (almost)

I leave the lid open at this angle on purpose, closed it's a suitcase, fully open it's a doll's house, but half-open is the whole point of these little worlds. You see the room and the case at the same time. That's the bit I love.

Final styled photograph of the finished bedroom inside the half-open pink suitcase. Soft white rug, pink mirror, purple bed and dresser, white branch chair.

Total build time, between cups of tea: about four hours. Total time spent staring at it afterwards before I finally box it up: probably more. Each piece is one of one, when this one finds a home it won't be remade. That's why I write these down.

If you'd like to see this room come up for sale, the newsletter is the place, I post pieces there a day before they go live in the shop.

Written by Margaret at the workshop. Browse current pieces →

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