Decor most certainly has a heavy effect in my day to day life. Before I decorated my room back home for the first time I would always feel so embarrassed and ashamed and did not like spending time in my room or even having anyone up to my room. It just did not feel like me and it definitely had an effect on my mood. Luckily I was able to convince my parents to let me remodel my room and updated it to more of my modern taste and it was just so much more enjoyable and it felt like my personality was finally being represented in my room. Now I can finally spend a lot more time in my room at home and let other people into it and feel good about what others are seeing.
I have also noticed how important decoration is since I have been in college. It gives you a taste of each person’s personality or even a look into their life. It also matters a lot when you are in college because you spend a majority of your time in your room or in a friend’s room and if there was not any decoration in anyone’s room it would just always feel so dreary and lifeless and then you would not want to stay at college. It is most certainly a comforting thing to be able to go back to your dorm room and be able to enjoy the setting you are in. It is so important also when you are in a place where everyone has the same generic room that you are able to make it into something you love and that feels like home to you so it sticks out to you. That is why I feel decor truly matters in everyone’s life.
My favorite thing in the room is my mother’s blanket, that I take off the bed and wrap around my shoulders to keep warm while I write.
A room is a blank box. But the things I bring to the room turn it into a home, into a safe haven in a world I am newly arrived to—a world I still don’t know if I fully understand. The things I place around the room keep me sane, keep me grounded to my past, my present, and my future. They remind me why I am here and who I am here to make proud.
I came to this country four months ago with only one suitcase. I can’t remember the flight. I can’t remember anything after saying goodbye to my mother at the airport. Such a journey, I expected to commit every detail to heart and mine the experience to its core for years to come. But all that’s between Auckland, New Zealand, and Chicago, USA, in my mind is a broken-hearted blank space when on the hunt for area rugs in Pittsburgh PA.
I’m no minimalist. I’ve always admired such aesthetics but in reality, I’m scared of too much open space. When I moved into my first apartment in Auckland, there wasn’t very much furniture in my room, so I kept my suitcases out, even though I could have stored them away in the cupboard, to make up for what felt like emptiness. On my desk in Chicago is the dreidel Michael made for me, turned in wood with his own hands. He made it when he was still living in Auckland before his wife’s cancer consumed her and he fled to Waihi. Last time I saw him I said we’d see each other again sometime soon, that I’d teach him how to throw pottery and he’d teach me how to turn wood but he seemed doubtful, clearly turning away from the company of all but the dead. Now the dreidel is his continued presence in my life.
My décor is a palimpsest of my experiences. I hoard objects as totems of the people I hold dear. I place them around my room, in just the right spots, and some kind of magic brings each person to life no matter how far away they are from me in space or time.
On the bookshelf is my great-grandfather’s memoir. His family fled Ukraine when he was eight years old. He died before I was born but he left his life to me in pages and pages of stories that my second cousin designed into a PDF and I printed into a book. I furnish my room with a bookshelf, I furnish the bookshelf with this book. The book becomes him, the shelf becomes the vessel for my family’s memories, and suddenly the room becomes home.
Sitting on my shelf is a photograph of my mother and me when I was six, just after a dance recital. Next to it is the woven flax basket Bronte’s mother made for me. In front of that basket is incense given to me by Quishile. I lived with Quishile and Bronte like family before I came to Chicago. When I left New Zealand I left them, but I also brought them with me.
On the windowsill is the Caliente rose plant that my flatmate gave me on the day I moved in. I felt guilty because it looked like it was dying all summer but now that it’s winter it seems to be doing just fine. Next to it is the coleus plant she gave me because I told her about the ones I had back in New Zealand. I often fall into old habits of home. This one grew so much taller than any of the times I grew it in Auckland.
My room is a bed, a desk, a bookshelf, a set of drawers. At first, glance, what you’d see is hardly what you’d call high décor, or even much decorated. Most rooms probably have similar layouts. I could trade mine for yours and not be all too perturbed. But that’s not true. This décor is hard-won. It has been gathered with love and urgency since before I was born. On the bed is the blanket my mother made when she was living in New York thirty years ago. I’m sure it was made out of the cheapest kind of yarn she could find at the time, but it feels soft and like home. I darned the blanket when it started to fray.
You are walking into a friend’s house for the first time and when you walk into the living room and all you see is white. You look all around you, but you do not see any furniture. You start to feel a sense of panic because the room feels so empty and hostile. You wonder why you’re in the room and what its purpose is. The room has the lighting of a hospital setting and you wonder if you’ve been sick. As you start to wander the halls all the rooms look the same and you are not able to tell where you are or which way you are going. The house begins to feel more like solitary confinement instead of feeling like home. You have the sudden urge to leave and you begin to think of excuses to go home and search for area rugs in Columbia SC.
All the sudden color flashes before your eyes. You start to see the room fill with a light colored wooden floor and sky-blue walls. You start to smell the scent of fresh wood that is most likely from a glade air freshener. The room fills with windows and you start to get the feeling that the room is inviting you to sit on the newly placed dark brown couch. The couch and loveseat pair look comfortable without being too big and you see a nude color rug in the floor. The walls start to fill up with brown branches that become towering trees before you. You realize quickly that the trees on the walls are filling up with birds. The red birds are painted so intricately that you can almost hear them chirping in the distance. You sit on the couch and begin to relax as your body adjusts to the new scents and designs before you. You look over to your right and you see a wooden table that looks like it’s been cut right from the forest and brought into the room. The room begins to feel like a home as more decorations are being brought to life. These new additions are not overwhelming, and they bring a certain charm to the room. You touch a golden flower vase that looks like it has been imported from Japan and you are mesmerized by the pink peonies that are blooming from the vase. The room lights up now and as you look above you see a brown chandelier looking down at you. The once frightening room now fills with life and you no longer feel like you’re in a strange place.
Imagine what would happen if rooms had no decorations to feel the large spaces. People have such a sense of warmth when walking into a room that has been well furnished. Their confidence is boosted when they talk to people because where they are giving them such a sense of security. When someone spends time picking out decorations, they are picking them out with their future guests in mind because they want the person to feel at home just as much as they do. If we did not use flowers to brighten up a room or paintings to fill the bare walls, rooms would feel disconnected from our reality. Art is how people express what they are feeling and gives the viewers of the painting new life. When you are looking at a room with white walls and a brown floor all you see is emptiness, but if you are looking at bright blue walls with trees coming to life you are seeing the open woods of Colorado. If a room didn’t have purple elephants from India or a Picasso painting hanging from the walls there would be nothing for the guest to look at. Decorations are the subtlest forms of entertainment for the human eye, and without them, the curious minds of the world would be forever dull.
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