What are you looking at?!?! Well, my childhood bedroom, thats what. And although it looks like this photo could be from the year 1985, I took it 2 weeks ago. It’s been EXACTLY the same for the last 23 years. We moved in when I was 6. That’s 1989. My mother and grandmother designed it. And while little things have changed, it’s largely untouched. So let me just say, that when I was a kid, I would say between 6-12/13, I LOVED this room. I was the coolest kid on the block. Then my sister moved into the bed next to me. (You cant see it but its laid into the steps just to the right of the photo.) I got a little older, I became a little bit rock and roll (or at least a 9th grader’s version of rock and roll.) I wanted to hang band posters and my art. The windows only had half shades on them – from the bottom down- and the boys across the street used to spy on me from their third floor window. The room is in the front of the house and got freezing at night. (I always wanted a big puffy white duvet but I got thin pretty little blankets instead.) I had no desk, so I used to sit on those steps doing my homework. These were the days before laptops, so I had to go use my brothers desk top at his desk anytime I needed a computer. Also, as you can probably tell I am just not the pink and pastel type of girl. My bedroom now is BLACK! But over time, well… its grown on me, again. It’s charming, in that it’s so intense!
(My old stereo and a collection of creepy as ever porcelain dolls. I loved these as a kid.)
I’ve actually been sitting on this post, because I’m worried you guys are going to be so mean about it and my mom will feel bad. But she shouldnt.I might be a child of the 80’s, but my mom came of age in the 80s (she had me at 20) and there is something supremely awesome about that. Whatever we think about the aesthetics of the time, we cannot deny that it sure looked fun!
(The original alarm clock that woke me up for school.)
There is something so fascinating to me about seeing spaces that are complete time capsules. It takes a certain kind of balls to NOT CHANGE ANYTHING about a room or space in over 20 years. Its confidence, really. I mean, I did my apartment 4 years ago and I already want to change things. My mom has changed every other room in the house (except the kitchen, which with its white glossy formica and brass kick-plates and handles, mirrored backsplash is RIGHT back in style.) and this room still kind of holds up for me. It’s much, sure, but its also just still so 80’s its awesome.
(These doors are still as fabulous as ever.)
I kind of love it, now. And I wanted to share it because doesnt it kind of show you a little more about how my aesthetic was shaped? Is there anything more personal than my childhood bedroom? Between my grandmother and my mother, you are getting a clearer picture of how things around me looked while I was growing up.
(My hatred of beach photo shoots and family portraits probably stems from this shot during my awkward stage.)
I actually think if I just re-accessorized it a bit I could probably make this into a room I would love for Cookie. Removal of tchotckes and changing the bedding to something less pink? The more things change, the more they stay the same.
What do you think? Who else has a time capsule of a room they would like to share? If I had a magazine, I would print throw back spaces in every issue.