My mother had impeccable taste in furnishings, heavily leaning toward the Victorian era. Think Dark Shadows. It was not unusual for her to spot a piece of furniture on that show, and then stealthily hunt one down for her own home. She loved the unusual. In fact, at one point I had an antique crib for a bed. It was beautifully ornate dark wood, with a canopy.
Exhibit A (circa 1969ish)
Exhibit B (and yes, I’m wearing a black velvet choker necklace with my G.S. uniform. I was a rebel.)
The only issue was that I could not straighten my legs out. A minor inconvenience. And why the fetal position is still the most natural one for me to this day.
At about this time, I began reading issues of Tiger Beat and 16 magazine, searching for pull out posters of my beloved teen pop stars. I asked my mom if it would be okay if I taped a few posters up onto my bedroom walls. Knowing, of course, that she would say no. She kept an immaculate show case type house, and life sized photos of Donny Osmond went against her decorating style.
Imagine my shock and disbelief when she said that I could adorn my walls any way I chose.
Recently my daughters came to me and asked me if they could decorate their walls with some posters of their own choosing.
I said “NO!”
Just kidding. I said that they could. Knowing full well that issues of Tiger Beat and 16 Magazine have never crossed this threshold.
This is what my girls are into.
(They decorated these from larger than life coloring posters, and their mission is to fill all available wallspace. It’s good to have goals.)
Actually, I’m killing two birds with one picture in that I’ve been promising a photo of the new bunk bed for so long that it’s not even new anymore. And you should know that the OCD in me had to take time to straighten Emme’s bottom bunk. My girls make their own beds, and let’s just say that Emme’s idea of making a bed properly isn’t even in the same zip code as my way of thinking.
Emme is Oscar, to Cailey’s Felix. Which is very very odd if you knew their personalities.
Okay, ‘fess up. What poster adorned your childhood walls? And don’t worry, no one around here will call you a weirdo.