The New Journey — Mind-Altering Spring Cleaning

 

When I got the new apartment, I amused myself by scrolling through the usual home decorating sites, used furniture on craigslist, local consignment store websites, and amazon. This time I would go modern minimalist. Something totally unlike me. Grays and reds would complement the white walls. I will have only a few distinguished pieces to bring out the personality of the living area.

I began to calculate how long it would take me to get new furniture. The answer was the same as usual. Never. And the truth was, I didn’t really give a damn.

This story might not be appropriate at all for a design blog, or for a marketing website, or for our sell, sell, sell culture at all. But it feels real.

I have never been a minimalist by choice. Scraping by to save ten dollars to buy a monkey lamp from Walmart or a pirate coconut head from a local place in Ft. Walton Beach was a treat for me. Most of my possessions are gifts that I carry around for sentimental reasons.

I have been around wealthy people enough to be amazed when they drop several hundred to several thousand in one day on stuff for the house. I remember my dad and stepmother doing the same thing, spending $500 on a doll for my stepmother’s collection one day in St. Augustine. Maybe that’s why I shudder at spending so much at one time.

Renting a former hoarder’s house was another wake up call. It suited my purposes since it was already furnished, but I didn’t realize the extent of the situation until I began opening drawers and cabinets. There was 30 of everything, all in different places, enough stuff to make you run screaming for the nearest exit. When I piled it all in the den, it was like a maze with little paths going through it. I couldn’t find my son on the other side unless he yelled out.

The former residents were a man and wife, both with dementia, and old people with dementia do things like that. It lets them find the tools they are looking for. It also fills a hole where they are emotionally empty. Or so I have read.

My longing to strip everything down to the basics was not yet fully formed. It developed. Over the course of about a year and a half I gradually lost four beloved animals, two houses, all my money, most of my ego, and the illusion of a family. It wasn’t the first time the bottom had fallen out, but it was perhaps the most drawn-out and traumatic of those times. The most life-changing, I would have to say. If you have ever been through one of those experiences you know that it leaves you with the strange sensation of drifting in the middle of a vast sea, with nothing familiar in sight.

In May my dad ostensibly took a bottle of pills and was taken to the hospital with respiratory failure. I didn’t realize he had been developing symptoms of Alzheimer’s over several years. I thought he kept telling me the same stories to make sure I remembered. My relationship with my blood family has never been stellar, but I had put those things in the past over the last 10 years. We went to see them on holidays, and my son spent summers with them in Atlanta. My father had become kinder, more spiritual, as he got older. We became friends. My favorite room in his house was filled with Native American relics, some of which he made by hand. It smelled of leather.

So when I found out that my stepmother had left the house and come down to Jacksonville with her son, and that my father was unconscious in the hospital, I drove up the next morning. There were complications.

They had let some kids move into the house to help take care of things. They had nowhere to go, the girl was pregnant, and more of their friends had moved in. The hospital had no idea how long my dad would be unconscious or what condition he would be in when he woke up. The house, which my parents wanted to leave anyway, wasn’t worth what was owed on it. The car was due to be repossessed. The squatters could not be gotten rid of without an eviction. They had been taking care of the cats which, due to my father’s mental condition and compassion for taking in strays, had now grown in number to about 35 with new litters being born weekly. I called every organization in Atlanta and even took a carful of cats across town, but no one will take cats in Atlanta during kitten season.

Some of the cats went to the pregnant girl’s mother’s house, where they escaped. I brought one litter of kittens back to Jacksonville. Some of the cats were truly feral and ran up the walls when we tried to trap them. The rest went into the back yard. I cried when I put them out. Some had never been outside, and some were very old and I had known them for many years. The squatters said I was an animal abuser.

The result of all this was that my dad lost everything. When he woke up, he was not someone I knew. He had strange tales of what they did to him at the rehab center, strange tales from the past of scuba diving for treasure and flying in an F16.  The squatters were evicted, after taking everything that could be pawned or resold. The house was sold at auction.

I picked him up in October and brought him to Florida, to an already volatile situation. The result of THAT was that all of us –me, my father, and my son– ended up on the street, so to speak. Imagine being locked in a hotel room with a teenager and a threatening demented person during a hurricane.

The rooms kept getting cheaper and more horrifying. Our neighbors kept getting shadier and meaner. I drove my son across town to school every morning, cleaned foreclosures or did writing jobs during the day, picked him up in the evening, watching the needle tick down towards empty. My father ate all the food and forgot that he ate it, threw things on the floor and out of the car windows, stayed up all night and threatened me if I confronted him. Sometimes he would walk off down the street with his cane and get his own room, or he would take a cab somewhere, or fall down and crack his head. My son said this is “new Pop.” I wanted the old one back.

The point of this horror story, which I have tried very hard not to go off on too many tangents during, is value.

My father lost a lifetime worth of belongings, but he was ok with it as long as I was nice to him. If I got stressed, or lectured him that he should care, he became wild and inconsolable. He has a nice senior apartment with a view of the river, and is thinking of decorating it like the Millennium Falcon. He is going to start over.

I am relieved just to be able to open my eyes and face the day. I am grateful for every bite of food, a secure place to sleep, the life of my son, and what is left of my physical and mental health.

When I look around and think what I might want to add, what would really bring more value to my life . . . .

Sometimes I think I might want furniture for when I have guests. But I never have guests. I could save that money to visit friends (my true family) and my mom, who are all hundreds of miles away.

I also thought learning something new might add value. I would like to start building furniture from reclaimed objects. I started designing my own pallet couch and chaise lounge.

Then I realized, while I was doing one of my combined ballet and martial arts workouts, that the living area and smooth floor has just enough space for me to fly through the air. I also kind of like the bare white walls that come up to a point, and the jagged corners. I have a cool red console table that someone was throwing in the trash because it had a broken hinge. I have an old mantel that I may or may not use.

I ask myself, what would it be like not to have things to remind you who you are? Will you still remember? Or maybe you will find that you have become someone completely new.

I will build the sofa and then sell it. Then I will build something else and sell that, too.

I made a stack of books that I don’t read over and over to get rid of. The Taoist motto is true. Once you get to a certain point, success and failure are the same.

In the documentary “Minimalism”, one of the philosophy’s main proponents says “Use things and love people, not the other way around.”

I would like to expand that to say, love all creatures (I’m still working on the people part).

I’ll let you know how it goes.

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5 Creative Ways to Steampunk Your Home for the Holidays

What could be more comfy-cozy than a hint of Steampunk for those chilly days indoors? Sometimes you can use what you already have or find a few simple (and inexpensive) items at consignment stores, thrift stores, or garage sales to get this trendy decor look.

Wait. First of all, what is it? When I say “steampunk”, I still get funny looks from people. Steampunk is a style (clothing, decor, design) that incorporates elements of science fiction/ fantasy with Victorian ornamentation and steam-powered technology. There are variations such as western cowboy, etc. For your home, it means you get to blend traditional and futuristic in fun ways.

Add a Steamer Trunk 

steamer-trunkSteamer trunks can be found anywhere, from Craigslist, to consignment stores, to custom models in mainstream decor retailers. Use them at the foot of the bed or as a coffee table. If an older model, you can always touch up the inside with wallpaper or fabric. steamer-trunk-2

 

 

                                                                             Victorianize

The Victorian look was comfortable, formal, and a little more cluttered than the modern palette is used to. Think receiving parlors with tufted furniture arranged in small clusters, dark colors, velvet and leather textures.

Victorians loved to fill the tiny, closed-off rooms of 19th century houses with alot of random knickknacks and excess ornamentation. Whether it is a collection of porcelain figurines, a terrestrial globe, or some distinguished bookends, a few classic pieces can make your space more warm and inviting.steampunk-interior-design-style-and-decorating-ideas-9

Notice how this designer complemented a steampunk space with framed maps, candles, and a discreetly placed stack of books.

Shiny Things, Pipes, Gadgets, and Gauges

Steampunk gadgetry is the hippest in warm industrial chic. Think copper pipes, enticing light fixtures, steel, timepieces, and gauges. It doesn’t get any better.

 

steampunk-pulley-lightUnless you have some copper pipe lying around, innovative gadgetry can run a little on the expensive side, even if you buy PVC from Home Depot and spray it with a metallic coat. Cheers to you if you are talented enough to put on your welding mask and let the sparks fly. Diddo if you can wire some of these sweet fixtures.

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Here is one DIY video tutorial for making an industrial pipe light fixture.

This is a wonderful piece made by Machine Age Lamps incorporating gauges, pipes, and lighting.steampunk-gauge-lamp

And, although I have no idea where you would get one or how much it would cost, this stylish bar made from a 1920’s German light bulb voltage tester can’t be left out… .                           steampunk-bar

 

Make It Your Own

There are a number of ways to get the steampunk look without going broke or renovating your entire home. Start simple. Notice how a few choice items give this rustic industrial bedroom its dilapidated glamour.industrial-bedroom-indeed-decor

Fixture covers can be upcycled from wire whisks and colanders. Add some framed botanicals and an old rotary fan or other vintage treasures. Or try something as easy as this DIY suitcase table. suitcase-table

 

Nostalgia and Innovation

The wonderful thing about steampunk is that it is modern and sentimental at the same time. It combines rough industrial textures with items that have personal meaning. It remembers fondly and dreams forward.

These adorable snowflakes with painted metal effects were featured in a shop on Etsy.steampunk-snowflakes

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The DIY network from HGTV has some elegant ideas on steampunking for the holidays.

 

steampunk-mantelYou don’t have to go all out when you winterize with steam. Start off with a few small, meaningful items and maybe one solid piece of furniture or sculpture you can use as a focal point for your cheerful home. If you have the time, make it a family activity to create some crafty gadgets on your own to keep the tradition of togetherness during those cold winter days.