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It all came to me one morning in the summer of 2005. While putting down my little man for his morning nap, I had an epiphany. Standing there in his picture-perfect modern nursery, outfitted with white lacquered furniture and vintage tin circus toys, I began to fantasize about designing for the next stage: his big-boy room. As I looked down and watched him slowly fade off, nestled snug in his polka-dot, kiddie-couture crib linens, I was struck by a daunting thought: “What the heck kind of bedding are we going to outfit your big-boy bed with?”

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