300 word description of your bedroom
Stick-on pink carnations and mulberry poinsettias at one time looked bearably cliche with coral lighting and sandy oak furniture. Ah, the golden age of wall decor. Ironically, the passage of time has only backpedaled stylistic maturity and suddenly it is the year 1652, fourteen years short of the invention of the color wheel. The room is composed of an irrational assortment of irresponsible choices. Dark, boxy, lacquers look almost interesting next to the daffodil chair, until you look at the curvilinear bed and realize the decisions were not made with creative liberty so much as creative ignorance. A nocturnal, blue creature reposes lit, and its sinewy white tail trails behind into three electric grottoes in the wall.
Aptitude of judgment— do you have it? What can you say about the loafer here? The uncoordinated room is luxuriously meager; it has both too much and nothing. Trinkets adorn empty niches the way only a woman will decorate her home, next to neat but uncomfortable voids. Looks ugly. There are some nice things. This woman is spoiled. Or “privileged” one could euphemize. Residual habits from a once frugal lifestyle however still powder the room. Dozens of carefully preserved packaging rest deep inside the closet. Everything will become useful someday. Consumer-trap victims hang conflicted on the clothes rack, guiltily asking to be thrown away. Luxury and frugality, two coveted lifestyles are the roots of the aesthetic vomit that is this room.
“The test of a first rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.” - Scott Fitzgerald
It’s a goal.
