my room
My room still looks like a 5 year old lives in it. Starting with the walls:
Wall 1:
framed hockey print featuring the uniforms of the "next six" NHL teams (including the Penguins and North Stars)
1987 Twins v. Cardinals world series pennant
Pittsburgh Penguins team pennant
homemade baseball card display featuring my collection of Jacque Jones autographed cards (and my Jacque Jones promotional fishing lure)
a sports illustrated editorial about NBA player Alonzo Mourning's kidneys
a full size poster of the Mac g4 cube, and 20 inch monitor (circa 2002)
a cross stitch of a moose my mother made for me
Wall 2:
a poster saying "Antarctica: they were here first" featuring the Antarctic ecosystem (especially penguins)
a yellow, full-size "ferret crossing" sign
a cross stitch of 2 ferrets my mother made for me
a framed photo of a 10 year old me posing next to a dog (I have a thing for other peoples' dogs)
Wall 3:
2 full size posters of Carlos Valderrama
a poster featuring the original 150 pokemon
a frisbee with a Tom Brady picture glued to the top of it which my father made me
a StarTribune promotional poster of former Twins player Luis Rivas
a magazine centerfold of the ps2 game "GTA: Vice City
3 Hamtaro pictures which I colored myself
a poster of 2 Javelinas (my favorite wild pigs)
a cloth hanging featuring the rugby nations of the world
a hanging mesh basket containing roughly a dozen stuffed penguins
Wall 4:
the Post Bulletin front sports page from 2001 when the Patriots won the Super Bowl
a 12 by 12 watercolor I did in 12th grade of a set of keys
2 posters of my favorite indie band Ozma
a Winnie the Pooh calender from 2002
a bulletin board with an assortment of tacked on photos of my childhood
and the closet doors on this wall are covered with SI for Kids "Future Stars" posters of mostly irrelevant soccer players
All this crap makes me feel good. It is cluttered? Absolutely. Do I ever consider updating it? Sure. But then again, I'd be lying if I said I had outgrown this stuff. I loathe houses where the inhabitants have all sorts of decorative crap that just looks good, yet serves no representative function. It's like walking into a museum. People are mismatched, and our homes should reflect this. What a sad, lonely existence people must live in their professionally decorated homes. When people look at their walls before going to sleep, the absolute most comforting thing they could possibly see are a pair of wild pigs.