We lived in several five different homes that I can think of before I graduated high school. That’s a total of five bedrooms, but I really only remember a couple of them as “mine”.
The bedroom in town was mine, but I was young. I remember a glass light cover that was a clown similar to Bozo. His nose was a wooden red ball that went over the screw to hold the cover on the bracket. Sometimes he scared me. I also had a clown light switch plate. I remember waking up with nightmares there a lot.
|It was kind of like this.
When we moved to the country my parents remodeled the house so we would have enough bedrooms. After the porch was closed in the front area was divided so both Beth and I could have our own rooms. I choose a baby blue color for my room and Beth got pink. I’m not certain if she chose or not. She may not have been old enough.
When we built the new house in the field I wanted a black room. Black walls, black ceiling, and glow-in-the-dark stars. What we all got instead was contractor white. Walls, ceilings, everywhere.
I did eventually buy a bit of Southwestern décor from Home Interiors to decorate the space. I had PePe for a long time. I’m not sure where he is now. Perhaps in storage. Although he looked sad, he had a cute sombrero.
The only interesting fact I can tell you about my bedrooms is that they were always a disaster.
What? You think you are the first kids ever to have a messy room?
I couldn’t ever see my carpet. I’m pretty sure it was in pristine shape when we sold both houses because I had protected it so well.
Unfortunately, I’ve never learned the arts of decluttering, organization, or even the desire to force myself to do it anyways. Perhaps if I had gone away to college and lived in a dorm room I would have been shamed into learning to clean. I can’t stand for someone to see my mess. Just because I’m ok with it doesn’t mean I’m ok with others being subjected to it.
So, don’t accept my process as socially acceptable. It isn’t. That’s why we don’t have people over on a regular basis. I’ve never learned the skill of “normal” housekeeping skills.
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