I can very vividly picture your room, and it sounds like a place I would have loved to visit and hang out in as a kid/teen.
A couple of my favorite things in my old bedroom include a huge print of a shirtless Jim Morrison and a "princess" phone, with my own phone number. We had landlines only back then, and having my own phone number felt so grown up. Looking back now, I can clearly see that my parents were respecting my privacy by giving me my own line. I can see now that they were a lot more open minded than I ever gave them credit for.
I loved reading this...so powerful to see the way the space and these objects are so connected with memories and emotions. The section on shame and self-pleasure especially resonated with me :)
I had posters of horses and Lord of the Rings and written out quotes sticky tacked to the walls of my room for several years. I really loved those, but I of course took them down to be "more adult" in my teenage years.
I wasn't allowed to stick up posters. They'd ruin the wallpaper. I was allowed a single corkboard, which could never be big enough to express the sheer volume of my love for things.
Until my parents decided that my room would be next for the redecorating.
Getting ready for that took a handful of years, during which I got to cover every single inch of my walls in posters. I was so happy. I filled them with my favourite musicians (and crushes ofc).
My grandparents had wardrobes like the ones you describe. Deep brown, tarnished gold handles, no metal runners so drawers and doors would get stuck. I loved them. But then, I loved being at my grandparents, so I loved them and everything they had there on purpose.
I can very vividly picture your room, and it sounds like a place I would have loved to visit and hang out in as a kid/teen.
A couple of my favorite things in my old bedroom include a huge print of a shirtless Jim Morrison and a "princess" phone, with my own phone number. We had landlines only back then, and having my own phone number felt so grown up. Looking back now, I can clearly see that my parents were respecting my privacy by giving me my own line. I can see now that they were a lot more open minded than I ever gave them credit for.
I loved reading this...so powerful to see the way the space and these objects are so connected with memories and emotions. The section on shame and self-pleasure especially resonated with me :)
I had posters of horses and Lord of the Rings and written out quotes sticky tacked to the walls of my room for several years. I really loved those, but I of course took them down to be "more adult" in my teenage years.
Beautiful, as always, Lauren! Also I have been to the Summer Bay beach and it's beaut! ;)
1. the imagery in this post! a whale’s spout pencil sharpener, the irreplaceable heath ledger, a happy meal. all so unrelated yet relatable
2. do you know how many hotel pens i have from 25 years of work travel ??? it’s okay
3. the garish kelly green jungle print wallpaper edged in metallic silver i chose for my bedroom, age 9. what I miss the most
I wasn't allowed to stick up posters. They'd ruin the wallpaper. I was allowed a single corkboard, which could never be big enough to express the sheer volume of my love for things.
Until my parents decided that my room would be next for the redecorating.
Getting ready for that took a handful of years, during which I got to cover every single inch of my walls in posters. I was so happy. I filled them with my favourite musicians (and crushes ofc).
My grandparents had wardrobes like the ones you describe. Deep brown, tarnished gold handles, no metal runners so drawers and doors would get stuck. I loved them. But then, I loved being at my grandparents, so I loved them and everything they had there on purpose.