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stakebaitI'm looking around my cube at work and realizing that I've accidentally decorated in vignettes. Orange and green, modern, cartoony, fun stuff is on top of the filing cabinets (with purple as an accent).
Black and white, quotes and photos is on the back wall, mostly greeting cards evenly spaced with buttons in between.
The front wall is softer green and cream with red as the accent and a words leit motif -- a photo of an antique typewriter on a cream background, two green and cream prints, a paper doll in a party dress of red words, red roses wrapped in green and cream musical notes paper and ribbon, a cream candle shaped like a Victorian lamp.
Even the flat paper cat that looks like mine has a little photo of kittens that look like they could be hers underneath, and Buffy and Angel are forever separated by a three-headed monster on top of the monitor.
The chances of mom decorating with any of these actual items is slim to nil -- particularly the action figures. But the arranging of things into little groupings? That's her all over. She has little clumps of 40s kitchen implements, of 1800s kettles and breadbowls and crocks, of perfume bottles, of iron keys.
I just realized when I hung up the roses and got absurdly pleased by how they completed that section how very much I am my mother's daughter.
Also, thank you to everyone who commented on my last post about my mother's illness. I will reply to everyone eventually, but it may take a little while.
Mer
Black and white, quotes and photos is on the back wall, mostly greeting cards evenly spaced with buttons in between.
The front wall is softer green and cream with red as the accent and a words leit motif -- a photo of an antique typewriter on a cream background, two green and cream prints, a paper doll in a party dress of red words, red roses wrapped in green and cream musical notes paper and ribbon, a cream candle shaped like a Victorian lamp.
Even the flat paper cat that looks like mine has a little photo of kittens that look like they could be hers underneath, and Buffy and Angel are forever separated by a three-headed monster on top of the monitor.
The chances of mom decorating with any of these actual items is slim to nil -- particularly the action figures. But the arranging of things into little groupings? That's her all over. She has little clumps of 40s kitchen implements, of 1800s kettles and breadbowls and crocks, of perfume bottles, of iron keys.
I just realized when I hung up the roses and got absurdly pleased by how they completed that section how very much I am my mother's daughter.
Also, thank you to everyone who commented on my last post about my mother's illness. I will reply to everyone eventually, but it may take a little while.
Mer
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Date: 2004-04-02 01:22 pm (UTC)