Monday, June 22, 2009

It's rained here for about 10 days straight

I will be the first to admit that I am a pretty sub-par interior decorator.  This skill has mostly gone unnoticed to the unobservant because I have been lucky enough to live with people who put a lot of thought into surrounding themselves with pretty things arranged in pretty ways.  

I wouldn't say that I don't have the eye.  I can definitely tell you what colors look good together and what don't, mostly based on my knowledge of the color wheel from 9th grade art class, and I can also tell you what is a piece of junk and what isn't.  And I wouldn't say I don't have style.  No, the biggest drawback I have with decorating and domesticating a place is that I lack the experience.  You see, all my friends and their friends grew up in households where they were allowed to decorate their room within reason.  I suspect this is because they all spent a lot of time in their respective bedrooms, either grounded or on the phone talking about boys, perhaps doing the occasional homework, so the parents were all right with them decorating their space with things they wanted to see, since they spent a good chunk of their lives there.

In my home, the situation was very different.  After we were old enough to move into separate bedrooms and when my sister and I randomly decided for about 10 minutes what our favorite colors were one month, my mother's deft hand and quick thinking transformed our rooms to reflect our preferences.  And so since about 5th grade, my bedroom in California has remained very blue, and Agnes's has remained very yellow.  Arranging furniture, buying appropriate colored rugs, and the correct colored comforters all announced to the world what color our favorites were.  The fact that we spent very little time in our bedrooms (we were never grounded, punishment was as public as possible and going to hide in our bedrooms was not an option as a method of discipline, as then we would run the risk of not being reminded every 10 seconds what we had done wrong), so it never bothered me that I was not the one who had called the shots with the decor.

To illustrate how little I thought about what went into my bedroom, let me tell you the following: I was in a summer program in St. Louis for 5 weeks.  During those 5 weeks, everyone unpacked, decorated, some even put up curtains and posters in their room.  I placed my opened suitcase under my raised bed for easy access to clean clothes, and so it stayed until the very last day.  Unpacked.  Unloved.  And unwanted.

When I went away to college was when I started to have problems.  The first two years in the dorms were okay, there is only so much you can do with an extra long twin bed and a 4'x8' space, but I viewed moving into apartments with apprehension.  My secret would be exposed!  And so the first year I moved into a place, I had an air mattress for the whole year, and the second year I got a bed so big there was no way anything else would fit into the room with me.

In New York I've had a rough time.  The layout of my room changes with the weather.  I've moved things this way and that, dragging furniture out into the common area so I have enough room to maneuver the dresser two inches in one one direction or to shove my bitty bed into one corner.  I think I've finally hit on arrangement where the furniture and decor combination isn't completely offensive, and I think this is due in no small part to what I've been surrounded by at work.  



Here we have the Avenging Narwhal Play Set brightening someone's day a couple of desks over.



This is a model of an actual exhibition traveling the world.

(just kidding)



Here we move closer to home as we get a shot of my desk.  A while back I was sent several broken fish from one of our exhibitions and I decided to take it upon myself to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, comfort the sorrowing, and here they shall remain.



This is the Terminator Pup Sam. 

I'm not saying my room is decorated with any or all of these items.  But hopefully some of the inspirations stick.



7 Comments:

At 5:09 PM, Blogger joe said...

Okay, this makes up for the lack of blogging. Very amusing. I'm not sure interior decorating should rise to anything close to an existential crisis, however. Stand tall. Who cares what other people think?

 
At 10:31 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm not sure who Joe is, but I love him.

Jennie

 
At 6:28 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I love him, too. You should read HIS blog, too: joejerome.com. You're welcome for the plug, grumpers.

 
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