Muses

What if I had saved Rod Stewart?

The bathroom door. That is what I remember.

And the color blue.

My iron bed was blue. The comforter upon the bed was blue.

The walls painted 50 shades of grey (kidding).

The walls painted a shade of blue.

And blue shag carpet.

I would lie on my blue bed and read, watch t.v. and talk on the phone which was attached to the wall.

All this crazy teenage mayhem under the watchful of…

 

Rod Stewart. Who was taped to my bathroom door.

Linking up with Mama Kat and choosing the prompt: 2.) What do you remember most about your childhood bedroom?

The image imprinted on my mind — like a baby zebra who can’t forget her mother’s stripe pattern — is that poster.

If I had saved the darn thing, they sell for 35 dollars on eBay.

And if honest, the thing I most remember about it is how much my mother loved to comment on it.

“He looks like he needs a bath.”

“How can you stare at that all day?”

“Couldn’t he have afforded some type of undershirt?”

And so on and so on.

It wasn’t even a huge Rod fanatic.

I just saw it and liked it.

Maybe it represented my alter-ego?  The me I didn’t even know existed. Lurking, waiting for me to BREAK FREE from the confines of my middle-America blue-tinted teenage wasteland.

Probably not. It just made me happy.

Like Rod had this little secret and I was the only one in on the joke.

And as much as mom complained, I think secretly she liked Rod hanging around too.

What about you? What do you most remember about your childhood bedroom?

 

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