I have junk in my living room, in storage, in boxes, in my closet, in other people’s homes, …(I’ll stop here as this list could take me a while to write).
A lot of the “junk” are neatly packed inside boxes as a result of having to move out of my apartment unexpectedly and without a plan. I never wanted to go through the ordeal of packing and moving out/moving in ever again after that experience. And, for almost a year, I left a lot of my belongings packed away inside neatly-labled boxes stacked on one another like a Tetris game.
This past weekend, my new roommate and I curiously unpacked one of the boxes labeled “decor”. Since I hadn’t seen the items inside the box in a while, I decided they’re obviously of no significance. Afterall, I’ve been living my life without needing to access these “insignificant” things immediately.
We opened the box…
I’ve been living a “gypsy lifestyle” since I moved out of my Hancock Park apartment last Fall.
This means, I tow around most items I need or think I need at all times in a shopping cart (just kidding). I have my library and closet and vanity in tow scattered about in the backseat of my car, in my monogramed Longchamp bag, in vintage LV bags, in Paper Source shopping bags, in beautifully-printed Stephanie Johnson toiletry bags, and other seemingly useful containers that are no match for the gypsy lifesyle.
|glazed green vase|
|1 of 2 glazed turquoise bud vases|
But, as I sat there with my big ambition carefully unpacking each delicate item after delicate item, I started to remember why I kept these items instead of my Frye boots and all the other expensive things I threw away when I moved out…
…each piece made my home more…
|minature antique bicycle, lacquered stationery box, little clock.|
These items aren’t “extraneous” at all. They’re special and that’s exactly why I’ve kept them instead of the five purses I sold for $5 bucks a piece. There’s something fantastic about being in your own space surrounded by a collection of items that make you smile.
Somehow, these small reminders of who you are – outside of your crafted self-image and social “armor” or facade – helps the loooooong day melt away. Sure, I could get a massage or do yoga, but having a room’s ambience to one’s exact specifications can do wonders for the soul.
|antique container, 2 blue bud vases, ceramic postage stamp box.|
Each item was hand-picked and carefully considered. Sometimes visiting the store more than twice before making the purchase. These weren’t impulse buys…
|red container with feet + gold gingo leaf letter-opener|
Actually, finding each piece at different times, then putting them together in the same space one by one, and somehow making them all connect and contribute to creating just the right “mood”, was an adventure in itself.