Think back to the time you were deciding on what your environment should look like. Did you get to decorate your bedroom as a kid, or did Mom and Dad make all the decisions? This week, I’d like you to think back to when you decorated your own space. It could be a bedroom at home, a dorm room, a first apartment, or possibly a first home. Can you still see the room in your head? What did you do to make it special to you? Was your goal to rebel against what your parents would have liked? Did you get to paint the walls your own colour? Did you plaster posters all over the place? Were you able to get new furniture or did you have hand me downs? Did you add things until there was no more room, or were you a minimalist? Please share your decorating memories with us.
I remember when I first decorated my own room. I had been dating my husband for about a year and we did it together. It was pink wallpaper, with stripes down the middle.
We were okay lining up the paper until we reached a corner and found out the wall wasn’t straight. We had to realign the wallpaper when that happened. I lived in the house all my life, and my dad helped build the estate. He was a brickie by trade until he contracted bronchitis at the age of fifty.
I always decorated my house when we moved out. My husband would start, but I always finished. I remember when my son was about two years old, decorating the front room. He was clinging to my legs at one point, while I was trying to get up a ladder. The paper was red, with darker red stripes.
After that I much preferred painting to wallpaper, although I still manage to get more paint on myself, than on the walls. The last time I decorated was when I moved out of my house about four years ago.
I still remember painting the landing, falling backwards somehow, getting back up. I refused to stop, and carried on painting. I think I was lucky not to damage myself permanently.
Our new home needs decorating now, but I think I will wait until it is a bit warmer before I do. On the closer edge to sixty, I might even get someone else to do it for me.