The concept that an interior could be eclectic and colorful, childish and girly yet good enough to be featured in the pages of such a reputable magazine was baffling. Before that, though I had an irrepressible need to decorate my home in such ways, I wasn't sure society would approve. And there it was, suddenly, BAM, stamp of approval from Elle Décoration. Society approved. Which also meant in the same breath that society and its decorative conventions didn't mater, or didn't apply to me. So this issue of Elle was pretty important to me. Yet I promptly lost it. I may have given it to a friend, or trashed it by mistake, who knows.