so it gets to me, every sunday, the house pr0n section of the LA Times Magazine. the airy rooms, the killer retro pieces lovingly arranged so everywhere you look, is like art. yeah. and i look around this jumbled clutter of mismatched furniture and crap – i have so much crap. i have no organizational skills and the nagging feeling if i throw anything away, i’ll regret it at some later date, so i have piles and stacks of vaguely-important looking papers here and there that i mean to go through, eventually.
some of it was (and underneath it all might still be) ‘nice’ furniture, in that gramma style of nice (for that is indeed who bought it in the first place), although the dining table and coffee table have been given over to computers and the kind of crap that gathers around computers if the computer user spends a crazy amount of time on said computer. but aside from the nice but unfashionable tables being used the wrong way, there is a boxy brown chair, a boxy gold chair, and a boxy formerly-white couch being used as a bed. there’s a rickety card table used for eating and homework, within view of the tv, which sits on the floor. there’s an electric piano no one plays, and the vaccuum is always hanging around that area, because it has no home, and the nice dining room chairs are being used as places to stack things.
so i look longingly at the uncluttered rooms with the well-chosen, sleek furnishings and the glossy floors and the tastefully placed objects d’art, and i lust. but then i think, what would one do in such a room? would one perch gently on the furniture, careful to not disturb the chi or the feng shui or whatever, while one sipped a beverage without setting it down on something expensive it might make rings on? i’m sure the places look different on the days the camera crew isn’t there, but there can’t be that much difference. so my question remains, what do these people do in these houses with the perfect retro furniture that has no little cubby-holes to store anything? where is all their stuff? do they have some secret room that no one goes in, that’s just packed to the rafters with potentially important crap?
sigh. guess i like stuff the way it is. besides, as chris often says, i lack the gene that decorating-inclined folks possess, the one that makes them put … things and stuff here and there, like, scattering seasonally-colored leaves artfully around an arrangement of … something, and then … oh i don’t know. i’ve seen it done and i don’t get it.