Am I the only one who finds this overwhelmingly depressing? It seems like Gloria Vanderbilt just wants to recreate her past, and that's a dismal way to view the present. Money doesn't buy happiness, etc. etc.
My rooms growing up (I had one when I was younger, then moved into a different one when I was older) were awesome. The one from when I was little was all purple and white- the furniture other than my bed was wicker as well. Then when I was a teen my bedroom was green walls with blue trim and purple Calvin Klein bedsheets that I still use 10 years later. So colorful and happy- and my friends loved to hang out there.
Personally, I'd like to recreate the boats that "Commodore" Cornelius Vanderbilt used to illegally run shit up and down the East Coast. Sounds like more fun.
Then again, the room I had at sixteen did feature a windowseat overlooking a river. Lucky for me this will never be an actual dilemma.
My childhood rooms were beautiful, but I don't think they'd suit me now. But the Vanderbilt room is awesome. If I could, I'd probably do the same as her, because who doesn't want to surround themselves with beauty?
Why the heck not? I say live when you are happiest.
If you are happiest joining the SOCIETY FOR CREATIVE ANACHRONISM and waving swords around in the weekend, go right ahead! If you are happiest pretending to be a hippie or a cowboy or even an astronaut, do whatcha gotta do.
When I was 16, my room was covered in dirty clothes & my wall covering of choice were pages ripped out of magazines. I won't be returning to that anytime soon.
If I had moved in with a crazy rich society lady aunt, that may have all been different.
when i was a kid my family lived upstairs and i lived downstairs... wierd, but isolation was totally my choice. i had nothing on the walls, and the room was always spotless.
in my ripe old age of today... i live in a small, barely a studio, house in the alley behind another house. (see: was once a toolshed, now has kitchen) nothing on the walls. house is spotless.
some things don't change. although, now i have a garden too!
@hippiechx is NOT A NUGGET: Your apartment sounds like mine's bizzarro twin. I also lived downstairs from my family as a child. Neither were (are) ever clean.
It's definitely a crazy rich lady move to have a room constructed on your memories, but I'm inclined to think it's not SO ridiculous for a lady looking at the end of her life to want to reflect on it.
We all keep items that are effectively meaningless to anyone not us, only we're not rich enough for it to be anything other than crap.
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Then again, the room I had at sixteen did feature a windowseat overlooking a river. Lucky for me this will never be an actual dilemma.
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If you are happiest joining the SOCIETY FOR CREATIVE ANACHRONISM and waving swords around in the weekend, go right ahead! If you are happiest pretending to be a hippie or a cowboy or even an astronaut, do whatcha gotta do.
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If I had moved in with a crazy rich society lady aunt, that may have all been different.
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in my ripe old age of today... i live in a small, barely a studio, house in the alley behind another house. (see: was once a toolshed, now has kitchen) nothing on the walls. house is spotless.
some things don't change. although, now i have a garden too!
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We all keep items that are effectively meaningless to anyone not us, only we're not rich enough for it to be anything other than crap.
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