Do not keep anything in your home that you do not know to be functional or believe to be beautiful.
If I were a true design junkie, I would know who said this originally. But I am only a poseur, so I have no idea where it came from. I do my best to abide by it, though. I never buy anything without a purpose or a mind to where I can display it in my home slash what I might have to sacrifice, move, or put away in order to do so.
HOWEVER. Since the month of February began, our bedroom seems to be the only place I can put said philosophy in action. We have a new roommate, folks. She is a she, and she is what I like to think of as an upper-middle-class hippie. As in, buys nothing that doesn't come from the organic section, wears hemp clothing and burns incense around the house, listens only to indie music, is seriously considering Buddhism, while simultaneously possessing a collection of at least seven winter coats over $400 apiece and owning more hair products that many small salons. Don't worry, She is fully aware of the irony of the situation. I think.
Point being, New Roomie has a whole lot of stuff. And if you need to know why we got a roommate in the first place, it's because this house has three empty bedrooms and costs $100 a week to heat, regardless of occupancy. And we are trying to save up money to get off this rock, and back to the rock we came from.
Right. Stuff. She and her somethingorother are taking space from each other after two years of living together. And she says they split their things 50/50, but I don't believe that for one second. She has taken our sweet, warm, slightly minimalist-with-a-touch-of-broke house, my one refuge in this dark, stormy, lonely province, and stuffed it to the gills.
So I have been spending a lot of time in the bedroom, the one place She can't touch. It's not my favourite colour, has no curtains, we could really use some new bedding, and the mattress-on-the-floor thing is maybe not for everyone. But it's cozy and light and the only spot in the house that doesn't currently look like this:
*I am joking. if the whole house looked this bad I would have kicked new roomie out immediately. However, this particular spot does cause me to spontaneously burst into frustrated tears at times, and that's not a joke. You can ask my husband.
Oh my goodness, are those pics actually from your bedroom? GORGEOUS.
ReplyDeleteI don't think I'd ever leave such a lovely, peaceful looking room.
Our house looks a bit like your Hippie Corner, but in my defense I was SUPER pregnant when we moved in and have sloooowly been organizing one room at a time since the boys were born.