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Living High In My New Santa Barbara Home

The bell of the door twinkled as I stepped onto the rickety wooden floor of the antique shop. I inhaled deeply, taking in the aroma of the eclectic knickknacks. The nostalgia overwhelmed me, bringing me to the point of tears as I remembered walking through similar shops with my mother. She was always on the hunt for the next odd trinket to place in the house or in the yard. Her style was unique, filling our house with wonky sculptures and peculiar paintings. At one point she brought a mannequin home, dressed it in a chic ensemble, and placed it in the dining room.

 

It’s funny how a smell can do that to you; flood your mind with memories of a time sweeter than the moment. I walked around, zigzagging through the maze of objects, and then I found it. It was an Alice in Wonderland book, dated in 1924. The tattered cover and soft, yellow tinted pages could not have been more perfect. She was obsessed with all things Alice in Wonderland. I knew if she could have chosen to be buried with anything, it was that book. That was three years ago. Now every time I step into my apartment I’m surrounded by different objects my mother had picked out from random garage sales and antique shops. Little things that any other person would look past, my mom viewed as treasure. She always got so excited when she came home with a new decoration and I’m proud to say I inherited her skills in décor and area rugs Santa Barbara CA.

 

A piece of my mom lives when I purchase a new item to embellish the walls of my home or to line the tops of my cabinets. I wish I could share it with her. I often find myself wondering, “what would Jodie buy,” as I rummage through hand-me-down goods. Mom would have been proud of my décor of choice. My apartment may look like an organized antique store to any other person, but to me, it’s a piece of my mom that I get to have with me forever.

 

 

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My Nerdy Room Decorations

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You can tell a lot about a person through their decor. The way my room is decorated says a lot about me. The symbolism in my room starts with the color of my walls and carpet. My whole life my house has been packed, with two parents and five kids there isn’t much room to spare. Only a couple months ago we were able to get our own rooms, and my mom chose everyone’s colors. My little brother’s room has blue and red walls with white carpet, and my other brother’s room has dark gray walls with light grew carpet, and lastly, my room has gray walls with black carpet and black trim. The colors of the rooms grow darker with the age of the kids living in them. Next, I have decorations on my dresser. I have a Captain America shield, an Iron Man helmet, and a Master Chief helmet on display at one end of my dresser. My Iron Man helmet is wearing a Mickey mouse hat, and my Master Chief helmet is wearing a wig.

Everything on display represents one of my three favorite things or a memory. My Iron Man helmet and Captain America shield represents my love for comics. My Master Chief helmet shows my love for videogames, and the hats my helmets wear are souvenirs that I got from my first and only vacation to Disney world. Next I have two shelves one had all my toys and music and cool stuff I have, and another has all my certificates and pictures of people. The shelf with all the toy I have represents my fun side and my other shelf represents my serious side. There are posters on my wall as well and they all are for movies that I love. I have a Star Wars poster and a Harry Potter poster and I have a marvel poster. From my room you can tell that I am the oldest child, and I am kind of a nerd for comics and movies.