I’ll show you mine. Five
I have always had a desk, since I can remember. It makes me feel like I have a place to 'do' something and it separates my work space from my 'living' space. It's just a reflex, because I can also work while sitting on the sofa or at the dining table. But I find that having a desk gives me some kind of purpose when I'm hitting the keyboard.
I really like this room. I could live in it, and I actually do. Especially during this Pandemic, I've thanked the Goddess that I have a place where I can literally escape from everything. I have some music (a second generation iPod, natch), some plants, books, and my computer. I can close the door and just chill. It's a throwback to my room when I was a teen, I guess. We always carve our own spaces where we live and make them our own, with our trinkets and mementos. I've come to realize that I'm a memento person. So much shit.
The desk has been with me for years. I bought it when I moved to the last apartment because I needed something where I could write on that didn't take much space. I don't really go for bulky furniture most times. The plants, you had already seen. I like the idea of having that big Sansevieria because I read somewhere that they purify the air. The hibiscus I've had for many, many years. I rescued it from certain death about ten years ago and it has stayed with me ever since. It still flowers sometimes, especially in late spring. They seem to like this room because it gets tons of light.
The 'Yes, Dear' sign is a DIY. Party City central. Watching YouTube has some advantages. It's something of an insider joke, too. Next to it is a memento from my last Madonna concert. I'm a fan, natch so I kept that. I don't think you can tell because I took this photo during the day, but the walls are a chilly white. It has a hint of gray in it. So that's why I have all those prints everywhere. They keep the eye busy in the cool white light. I also have here some of my surviving books and many books that people have given me through the years (most of my books and CDs died in a flood years ago where the basement where they were stored flooded). There's everything there: gay erotica, some non-fiction and tons of Anne Rice novels. On the left, there's also some pics my Gurl took when she visited the Louvre. I love those photos. Been with me for years and years.
The chairs have their own stories. The rattan one I painted myself, another is those DIY moments and I think it ended up looking great. Even if I used two cans of spray paint and it took me two days to get the paint off my nails. The plush chair is my fav. At the end of the day it’s usually covered in clothes, just like Debra’s (it doesn’t have the same history, though, this is run of the mill IKEA, like many of the things I have). But I love having it in the room and more than one day when I came back from work I just sat there for awhile, shoes and coat on the floor, glad that I was back.
And so that's my bedroom. And no, you will not get to see the bed. Because I'm laying on it. And I'm naked.