Friday, December 3, 2010

Ode to My Apartment, The Final Act

I saved my favorite room for last.

My bedroom was the room in my house that came to represent me most. This was not by accident. In 2006, I decided that my semi-tortured single self deserved a sanctuary. I wanted a space that captured my personality and welcomed me into it whenever I passed through its door. I wanted it to feel bold and bright and remind me that I was also bold and bright. I was not a girl in need of a boy. I was not a girl who wished her bed had someone else lying in it. I wanted this to be MY room to the nth degree. With a mattress I could lie on and stretch my limbs across to touch all four corners—leaving no room for anyone else. And a bedspread that a male would never pick. This was going to all about me.

So I did something I thought I'd never do. I bought a schmancy expensive duvet set from Pottery Barn. And when I moved a week ago, it broke my heart a little that I wouldn't be fanning it out across our guest bed (which is in Mr. Wonderful's office). When my niece told me she would take my bedspread, I almost cried. That single item had become my pet over the years. It represented a time of independence for me. Of repair. I didn't want it to go to the Goodwill. It needed to be passed on to some other deserving soul. Like the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.

It makes my heart sink a tiny bit to look at the pictures above. That single girl I knew so well and tried so hard to take care of is moving on. With luck, she'll never ever have to buy a ME bedspread again. And her bed will always have a soft concave spot carved out for her lifelong partner. But don't be surprised if at some point, she writes about taking a nap under her niece's duvet.


Anonymous said...

And you wonder why I hang on to things!

You've Got to Be Kidding Me said...

I had a naked lady painting in my bedroom that I felt the same way about. She's in the marital basement now.


laura said...

I'm a little less sentimental...I would just go back to Pottery Barn and buy a new one for my new house. :) And my new guest room. And.... :)

Mel Heth said...

Mom - Hanging on to a few sentimental things is much different than digging out a burrow under your house to hold every item you've ever owned in your entire life.

Mandy - The marital basement is such a sad place. I believe they also call it the single person's graveyard.

Laura - Haha! Of course you would. We have enough other stuff on our shopping list, I don't need to add another thing!

krista zee said...

Aw, that's sweet

Anonymous said...

Gah! The bedspread! So girly! So pink! My eyes! It burns! It burns!