Half Dressed

I have always had a hard time deciding on wall decor. As an 11 year old, I deliberated for weeks and weeks over the same bin of posters when my mom would shop the rest of the store and I'd try to mentally assort them on my walls at home. "You see how picky I am about my shoes and they only go on my feet!." (Cher, Clueless, in case you are completely unfamiliar with key figures in US history) Still so poignant and relevant.

From about 6th grade-12th grade, I ended up with the following:

• Kate Moss in Gucci Shoes - Landscape above closet
• Ace Ventura, Pet Detective - Portrait behind bedroom door
• Simpsons Group Shot - Over my bed Lisa Simpson rendition of The Scream - Across from my bed
• Murals & Murals scattered, leaning on dressers so I could be surrounded by the smiles of my friends.

Overall Feel: Honest, literal, indicative of a blooming wit, mostly embarrassing.

My brother has since taken over my bedroom at home, and he doesn't even stay in there. I think he might be bothered by all the googly eyed Simpsons characters boring their eyes into him. Either that or because my window frame has a gap in it now and it feels like an evil spirit dominates that space now. But I digress.

So I have had 2 great walls (1 in the living room and one in the bedroom) that have been mostly bare since October. It will be May on Friday! A couple months ago I got this great antique mirror on ebay that I miraculously hung by myself with the advice of my friend Elena's boyfriend, Eric. I am super proud of it. Proud of my mirror antiquing skills, the acquisition, and especially the feat of performing the task of HANGING a heavy mirror without it shattering all over my life. This is my living room. Taken from the corner of my kitchen.


I really love the mirror where it is. But it needs something. A series of (3) 8"x10" prints framed in a row below it, parallel to the couch? I have some great prints my very talented friend Matt shot that I could put there. Check out his website. It's amazing. http://bissonic.smugmug.com/

Anyway, if you know me at all you will know I have serious commitment issues with inanimate objects. It takes me FOREVER to decide if I want something. I know that because its inanimate, if I decide I hate it later, the issue is with me. So I like to be absolutely certain when making the commitment to acquire something, especially if it means I have to look at it everyday and if I take it down, there will be holes I have to look at everyday, reminding me of my lapse in judgement and fluctuation in taste. I'm not sure why I have such a high, non negotiable expectation of remaining consistent but that is another issue (and website.) Long story short... this is the other blank wall. Where the magic happens. Or no magic happens. You know, short of me inviting you into my life and surroundings, I'll thank you for staying out of my personal affairs. That was Ace Ventura. Also, it was acting. Thank you.


No, the glass vase is not a fire hazard although it is a shatter hazard. But I don't care, its pretty. In fact, a homeless man gave that bouquet of iris to me on my way home from ballet class yesterday. I accepted it like I was Miss Connecticut and carried it home, nestled in my arms like a baby and when I arrived home, a moth flew out.
So see that large, void space over my bed? Eric, is going to come to my aid tomorrow and hang my latest ebay acquisition for me. An authentic Rand McNally classroom map! I love maps.

I'm afraid it might be too much. Too much color for a really serene space. I want to be able to actually play with this map... it has all the 5 (land) continents represented so my friends and I have some vibrant visuals when we are trying to decide where to go on the next big group adventure.

The 09 Safari in Africa...

Purrhaps a weekend jaunt through Barcelona...

Or a relaxing week in the Soviet Union...

So its a little out of date... that I don't mind. But is it too much color? Is it too much for the bedroom? I wish I had an office. Maybe this goes into my Dad's garage for a while. TBC......