Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Stripping...the layers of my life
But it's strangely like excavating an archeological site. As the layer of wallpaper comes off I remember other wall treatments, color schemes and uses for the tiny room.
When we first moved in it was a storage room. Only two kids and not much furniture so we really didn't need to utilize it. But soon I was able to decorate it for a nursery with colorful balloons on the walls in bright shades. Then my little baby girl grew and the room became a toddler's room, filled with toys and a big-girl bed. Another baby came, there was a shuffling of rooms, and it became my eldest son's bedroom. The walls were painted steel gray and a giant space mural covered one entire wall. More shuffling of rooms and it became a bedroom for my youngest daughter and the space mural was covered by those ubiquitous blue flowers. It was soon pressed into service as an office for me as I worked full-time from home. Then just a spare room as the kids started moving out and I got a job outside the house.
I never realized how that room has mirrored my life--young mother, older mother, working mother, almost-empty nester. And now I'm stripping it and getting it ready for another incarnation. I'm not sure yet what it will be...but I know I won't be putting up any more damn wallpaper. That stuff sucks.