08 June 2009

Deco 411

I remember when my mom and I met Sarah in our London hotel, she was a little deflated. The place wasn't as bright and shiny as it had been 6 years earlier when she and Elizabeth were guests, and she wondered out loud if we should change to another hotel. "NO," said I. Not only did I not want to lug my wheel-deficient duffel bag (what was I thinking?!) one inch further, but it was a hotel we would only need for sleeping. I didn't plan on wasting one waking second of our Euro time in our boarding locale, be it a hostile or Gwyneth's.

So has been my life in Huntington. I haven't spent much time at home. Even when I was unemployed, I would sleep in and then go window shopping (glutton for punishment?) or bake cookies at my parents' house to keep from going crazy. My apartments in college and in Vegas were never decorated much because I suppose I didn't plan on staying that long, and didn't want to spend the money. Kapeesh?

After 1 month in Irvine at my beauteous parents', I'm at large in HB once again. I don't know what it is about this apartment, but I feel like I've got to at least make it something of my own. I went to TJ Maxx today in search of a wall hanging. What a disaster. I am nothing if not a yo-yo buyer, and it's the retail world's own fault for creating such generous return policies at every turn. I found a couple of things I might like but I couldn't picture liking them for the long-ish haul. I finally decided on something, waited in line about 3 years to pay for it, realized the price tag had fallen off it and it was the last one in the store, and I was already starting to hate it so I said, "Oh, that's ok, I think I'll just pass on it for now," and skeedaddled.

I went to Target and bought an awesome clock I've been eyeing for a few months. It's huge. And if I hate the way it looks in 2 weeks, I can't get rid of it because it's functional. I have this weird thing with clocks ever since I saw the movie Walk the Line. Yeah, this is totally mortifying what I'm about to say but at least I'm not saying it from the pulpit on the first Sunday of the month: You know that scene when Johnny Cash is trying to get his first record deal in that tiny studio? The producer isn't buying it and he cuts them off early. When Cash argues he didn't let them "bring it home," the producer just cuts in with,

"If you was hit by a truck and you was lying out there in that gutter dying, and you had time to sing one song. Huh? One song that people would remember before you're dirt. One song that would let God know how you felt about your time here on Earth. One song that would sum you up. You tellin' me that's the song you'd sing?"

Anyway, that was a good part of that movie. It beckoned us to the land of self-reflection. Yeah, I know, I know, lame.

Anyway, I bought a clock because I'm taking decorative baby steps.

Why do I blog again?


ericareynolds said...

Ah, I just bought a clock from Target and then returned it. I've never had the courage to buy one of those big ones although I've had some lusty feelings about them.

[AnnieR] said...

No need to feed mortified. Walk the Line was a really, really good movie.

[AnnieR] said...

I, too, have purchased a wall clock from Target. It is red and vintage looking and shiny and I want to have its babies.

Jim Eaton said...

I have been in that very Memphis recording studio recreated in the movie Walk the Line. They did a pretty good job in the movie. In reality, it was a small storefront and the studio was only a little bigger than my bedroom. We all live lives defined by the repression of that inner grit that would characterize our moment before God; in life, we only present our societal face. Only the truly talented among us can reveal inner grit and find acceptance. The rest of use risk alienating everyone around us at such a performance. There was also a cultural factor present in the 1950’s that permitted the Delta sensibility from both white and black musicians to find enormous audiences in the US and worldwide. I will not be surprised if when I die, and stand before God, he speaks to me in the voice of Johnny Cash. I think that would be, for me, filled with grit, a truly religious experience.

Meredith said...

Amen, Dad.

I think the voice of God will sound, to me, like Liam Neeson.

The Four Redheads said...

Walk the Line was good but it came out too soon after Ray. I felt like everyone wanted to make a blockbuster movie about drug-addicted, immoral musicians.

Good luck with your clock. I also return home items frequently. I opt for Ross or Marshalls to save money. Have you heard of HomeGoods? It's a home store full of Marshall's home items. I still haven't been because I worry I'll spend too much and have to return half of it.

Meredith said...

Yes indeed, Maxwell. The T.J. Maxx in Irvine that's new has a Home Goods attached; that's where I ALMOST bought that thing. I get overwhelmed when I go there. It's like they have a ton of great stuff, but what should I tie in with what? I need an interior designer. I always think I'm creative and then I try and decorate and I only know what I DON'T like; not what I do. :(