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We’re gonna talk about how I dream about decorating my home and what I’m doing now.
Now I don’t have a lot of decoration happening in my apartment right now mainly because I had zero intention of living there as long as I have. I thought we’d have moved into someplace nicer by now but whatever.
What I have is a shelf full of skulls and a few other items.
Thing is, my aesthetic for home is mostly comprised of:
- OH BONES!
- WET SPECIMAN TAXIDERMY!
- OMG FETAL TWO FACED PIGLET!
- TREASURE BOXES!
- VINTAGE BOOKS (SOME PORN, SOME SF/F)
- OH CREEPY GIMME!
One of the problems I have with decoration is that I don’t even have furniture. I don’t know how to buy furniture. I’m almost 40 and the only brand new furniture I’ve ever had is my bed (that is in the worst kind of need to be replaced) and computer desks/equipment. It’s such a huge investment I dunno.
That said, I do fantasize and let me show you some of what I fantasize about. Let’s start slightly sedate with couches and shit.
I LOVE the aesthetics of Victorian style furniture, but it never looks comfortable.
Also shit like this, unf. In black, I mean COME ON. If I had a formal living room, this would be the shit.
I really like this and think I could chill out on it. Black, dark grey, those are my colors.
I want lots of dark, comfortable things. I want dark wood bookshelves because I own a fuckton of books.
Now for the decor?
I want things like this little fetal pig wet specimen piece. I mean..look it is SO fucking cute.
Also, I’d like to restart my collection of mounted bugs and stuff. I mean LOOK at this gorgeous giant scarab.
I want art. I’m SO into so many artists I just want art. I want to buy paintings and do things like commission an oil painting of Pyramid Head. I want full articulated skeletons. I want a taxidermied baby deer.
What is always funny to me when I start thinking about these things is that really I don’t need all that. I’ve never had it or lived someplace where I have felt like I could put couches and art in it and feel like it is really home. I know that’s depressing as shit but that’s what it is.
It has been only in the last couple of years that I’ve even tried to think about what home actually might look and feel like to me. I’ve written about it a bit over here at Medium.
Lately, I’ve been sticking to the little things. My partner bought me an over the toilet shelving unit for my bathroom and I’ve gotten my vanity together. I have a shelf full of replica human skulls, a few shiny boxes. A giant Halloween decorative foam skull I attached fairy wings to.
I have faith I’ll figure it out.
But in the meantime, I will dream about an office full of bones, horror memorbilia, yarn, and other weird shit.