Eat the Room

When it comes to home décor, my taste gravitates towards fairytale romanticism mixed with bold old glamor. I want all the pinks, all the gold and yes, all the florals. It pains me to say that as someone who enjoys a tall glass of long-stemmed crimson roses, I am a flower murderer. 

Would you believe that out of the many apartments I have lived in, I never decorated my bedroom before? Hell, I can barely believe myself. Every night for the past twelve years I have gone to sleep in the most basic and uninspiring room there could ever be. A bed? Check. A dresser? Check. A TV? Check. And that’s all the decor, folks! It is time. 

My first apartment was an eclectic mess. I had pictures from a retro style travel calendar taped to the wall filled with dated pictures of places I dreamed of visiting. Across was a black and white mural of New York City held up by thumb tacks. Cheap faux rose petals were sprinkled around the room like confetti along with white Christmas lights to set the mood...

 It was a calm, mildly warm winter night in central North Carolina. Beyonce strutted across the scene in an expected Verizon commercial and dropped a bomb. It didn’t sound like the flaming fireworks loudly exploding in the fourth of July air, no, it was a song that began with the strumming of a banjo played by Rhiannon Giddens...