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writerterri
02-23-2007, 08:34 PM
Mine was neat and tidy until I hit about 17 then it was declared a disaster.

Now, it's neat and tidy again. I make my bed everyday too.


And you?

Jaycinth
02-23-2007, 08:39 PM
When I was 14, I got a lot of aluminum foil and double sided tape and I papered my room with the foil. It looked great. I had posters and a black light and purple accessories.

Then, one night when I was 16, the foil gave way and rolled down over me while I slept.

That was very, very interesting. Trust me.

I did not put the foil back.

Stew21
02-23-2007, 08:41 PM
messy. Books and paper everywhere; clothes everywhere. pictures - you guessed it, everywhere.

WildScribe
02-23-2007, 08:44 PM
Agree with Stew. Stuff. Everywhere. Except when my parents made me clean it, but it lasted about 10 minutes. I was a tornado.

WerenCole
02-23-2007, 08:47 PM
porn and feces everywhere. . . .



really, a seven year old needs their hobbies, right?

Lyra Jean
02-23-2007, 08:47 PM
Messy.

BardSkye
02-23-2007, 08:54 PM
Same as my house is now. Stuff piled everywhere. (I'm a packrat.) Books on every more-or-less flat surface, at least a dozen projects on the go at any given time, wind chimes in every window.

No bed frame. I prefer a mattress on the floor tucked into a corner.

aadams73
02-23-2007, 09:10 PM
MESSY! When mum told me to clean my room, I'd just shove everything under my bed, out of sight.

MidnightMuse
02-23-2007, 09:13 PM
Well for a long while I had to share my room with one of my sisters, a neat-freak, who would throw a fit if I left stuff laying around. Then I got my own, and let the place go inasmuchas my mother would allow (killed spiders using a bb-gun, then covered the holes with posters).

Now I live with the neat-freak, but she's toned down a bit and I tidied up a bit.

Vincent
02-23-2007, 09:17 PM
Always was, still is, and always will be a pigsty. Books everywhere, pieces of paper drifting by like tumbleweed, clothing piling up in geologic-like layers. But hey, it could be worse. I do leave clear spots on the floor, so I can hop from one to the next.

Now, I know a person who had 6 inch mushrooms growing from her carpet. Now that's just messy.

Soccer Mom
02-23-2007, 09:18 PM
Yellow and white with daisy's everywhere and animal posters on the walls. In one corner was my desk and it was a disaster of papers and writing and books. The room looked okay,unless you checked under the bed or in the closets. Those were MESSY.

tjwriter
02-23-2007, 09:19 PM
My room was always a disaster area.

Once when I was small, I was given the choice of cleaning my room or taking a spanking. I picked the spanking.

Never Give In!

Del
02-23-2007, 09:19 PM
Twin beds unmade. My brother, four years younger, slept in the other; stuffed animals piled high on his. A dresser, top drawers held my clothes, the lower ones he could reach. A toy-box of wooden slats, cowboy on a bronco whipping a lasso printed on its face, held pieces of broken toys in sizes from large to the very small. The wooden floor was seldom visible through discarded clothing and playthings. The thin veneer door was cracked from the previous tenants and stuck firmly to the wood grain was a gob of some unidentifiable grape colored hard substance. I hated that gob. I tried to clean it off but I never made a dent. Playing turned to fighting squelched by punishment. Always my fault, the older and then “Clean up this mess!” and everything was pushed under the beds and into the closet until the next day when it came out again in the search for the favorite toy and then the playing and the fighting and the starting of it all again. A window that I learned to use silently at night as an exit. Until I was fifteen and then it wasn’t my room any more, not my house, not my family, not for years.

Sweetlebee
02-23-2007, 09:49 PM
We redecorated my room when I was about 10...that would be in the 60s...I had an orange color theme. I had an open closet door and hung love beads across the door. That was pretty cool!

I kept my room neat and clean (though I hate dusting) and I do that today too. Clutter causes stress--I have enough stress as it is with a disorganized teenage son!

Pagey's_Girl
02-23-2007, 09:52 PM
Kind of messy, but not too bad - pretty much the same as now. Only now I have a LOT more houseplants and fewer stuffed animals.

maddythemad
02-23-2007, 10:02 PM
Well even though you don't want to know, I will describe my room for you. The whole thing looks kind of like a crumbling apartment, with a hole in the wall and a reeeeally cracked ceiling that sometimes leaks water when it rains hard. I've got collages and drawings and paintings covering most of the walls, mostly from a long time ago. Over in the corner, next to my desk with the beat-up computer on it (that I never use anymore, since I have a laptop), I have two giant, old-fashioned suitcases filled with books. There are also books piled on top of them, because I ran out of room inside of them a long time ago. Other than my bed and my dresser (which is insanely cool and funky with fake gold leafing on it), I have a really fancy dollhouse (don't laugh at me!) that my parents' friends gave to me. I've got tons of furniture in it because my grandparents always bring me back stuff from the various countries they have been visiting, and currently the house is decorated for Christmas (okay, now I KNOW you're laughing.) But whatever, I like miniature things. And the dollhouse is always cleaner than the rest of my room. There is random clutter lying around the floor (books, those nifty Madeline shoes, and more books) and a wicker chair piled high with various copies of my various manuscripts at various stages of their completion.

So. Aren't you glad you asked? ;)

J. Weiland
02-23-2007, 10:08 PM
I can't really remember. We moved all the time, so it all blends together. I must have been around 13, though, when I had a 'ALF in Hawaiian outfit' poster on my wall and a globus.

I never decorated much.

thethinker42
02-23-2007, 10:19 PM
Mine was neat and tidy until I hit about 17 then it was declared a disaster.
Now, it's neat and tidy again. I make my bed everyday too.
And you?

My room was the kind you didn't venture into without a fearless native guide and a tetanus booster. I'm still not exactly Martha Stewart, but I'm better than I used to be.

Ol' Fashioned Girl
02-23-2007, 11:30 PM
We had a tiny one-bedroom house here in OKC... parents got the bedroom. I slept on the enclosed back/utility porch. Twin bed and tiny dresser just barely fit. I slept with my head right next to the gas hot-water tank. (Yeah, I heard you! That's NOT what's wrong with me today! :D)

I was absolutely, positively, completely in love with Illya Kuryakin and Napoleon Solo - so life-size posters adorned the walls... ALL of the walls. I had a used record player that I was OH so proud and possessive of, too.

Man... I guess we were really poor. I didn't realize it 'til just now.

Vincent
02-23-2007, 11:36 PM
Hrmmm. I never had my own bedroom. I always shared with siblings. First one brother, then two. It was an old house, with cracks in the wall you could stick your thumb through. There was only really room for the beds, a bookcase, and a desk we all shared. Oh, and hundred of books I owned, hand-me-downs, mostly.

Dixie
02-23-2007, 11:46 PM
Mine was pepto bismol pink until I turned 18. The pink was my dads idea when I was seven, I had been asking him to repaint the furniture for years, but it was always put off. Now it is an assortment of different but matching colors.

Of course when it comes time to buy my own furniture, it will be stained wood, all of it. It just looks nicer and more 'adult'

Susie
02-23-2007, 11:52 PM
My room was shared with my older sister. She had the huge, king-size bed and huge vanity mirror with the princess phone on it. I had a small single bed with a tray table I put make-up and other stuff on. Guess those weren't the days, my friend. :) Now I share my bedroom with my hubby. Much better!

AnnMB
02-24-2007, 12:52 AM
My room was small and shared with my brother (gross) until I was ten--and it instantly became a place of terror when my mother came in wielding my my father's trouser belt. Lot's of sore behinds in that room.

PeeDee
02-24-2007, 12:58 AM
It was messy, but in mostly the same sense that my office is messy now. There were copies of my stories everywhere, handwritten notes, books, magazines, and so on.

The walls were plastered every inch with pictures I drew (mostly, on tracing paper because I can't draw; I would salvage bits of other pictures and make original artwork. It worked pretty well. I did a couple hundred of them.)

The only difference is, I have more teacups scattered around now.
And a wife.

writerterri
02-24-2007, 01:26 AM
porn and feces everywhere. . . .



really, a seven year old needs their hobbies, right?


Please tell me you wash your hands before you go to work.

Carole
02-24-2007, 01:31 AM
My room was immaculate, but that was because my mom always cleaned it when I was at school. I do remember before the days of carpet fresh I would sprinkle baby powder onto the carpet before I vacuumed. My parents also allowed me to paint murals on my walls whenever I wanted to. All I had to do was paint over it before doing a new one. I think the last one I did was a giant Care Bear. That was beastly to cover up.

Siddow
02-24-2007, 01:32 AM
Mine was haunted.

Seriously. I'm not kidding. I'll tell you the story if you don't call me crazy.

But it was always neat because my mother was obsessive about cleaning. She did it, I didn't. Which probably explains why my house is so messy now--where's the cleaning fairy?

writerterri
02-24-2007, 01:33 AM
Well even though you don't want to know, I will describe my room for you. The whole thing looks kind of like a crumbling apartment, with a hole in the wall and a reeeeally cracked ceiling that sometimes leaks water when it rains hard. I've got collages and drawings and paintings covering most of the walls, mostly from a long time ago. Over in the corner, next to my desk with the beat-up computer on it (that I never use anymore, since I have a laptop), I have two giant, old-fashioned suitcases filled with books. There are also books piled on top of them, because I ran out of room inside of them a long time ago. Other than my bed and my dresser (which is insanely cool and funky with fake gold leafing on it), I have a really fancy dollhouse (don't laugh at me!) that my parents' friends gave to me. I've got tons of furniture in it because my grandparents always bring me back stuff from the various countries they have been visiting, and currently the house is decorated for Christmas (okay, now I KNOW you're laughing.) But whatever, I like miniature things. And the dollhouse is always cleaner than the rest of my room. There is random clutter lying around the floor (books, those nifty Madeline shoes, and more books) and a wicker chair piled high with various copies of my various manuscripts at various stages of their completion.

So. Aren't you glad you asked? ;)



yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyno.:tongue

writerterri
02-24-2007, 01:36 AM
Mine was haunted.

Seriously. I'm not kidding. I'll tell you the story if you don't call me crazy.

But it was always neat because my mother was obsessive about cleaning. She did it, I didn't. Which probably explains why my house is so messy now--where's the cleaning fairy?


I hated cleaning my room so I never messed it up.

I do want to hear about your haunted room. Ghosts are real to me. I've had a few experiences.

tela
02-24-2007, 01:38 AM
I shared a room with my sister it was clean most of the time. I canít handle clutter in any way. Even as a kid if things are not neat, stacked straight and organized by size I go nuts! My sister was the same way so it worked out well. We were both weird. :)

Old Hack
02-24-2007, 02:30 AM
I've always worked really, REALLY hard to keep my desk/room/house/office neat and clean and, while I have always managed the clean bit, the neat bit has always escaped me. It's not fair: my sister managed it effortlessly, while I'd slave away for hours and end up in a pigsty.

The reason for this has become clear to me since my youngest son was diagnosed as dyslexic, just like me: apparently organisational skills are often lacking in the dyslexic. Which implies that it's Not My Fault!

Which doesn't mean I don't try to keep things tidy. I just really can't, no matter how hard I try.

And, since you ask, the desk at which I type is full of clutter, as is the room in which I sit. But I don't intend it to be this way, and I don't understand how it's got so bad. I do try. I really do. It just never quite works!

Unique
02-24-2007, 02:41 AM
My room was cold. Stone cold frigid. Michigan in the winter before global warming.

My dad accidentally shut the vent to my room when one of our cats fell down a cold air return. Brrrrrr.....Since those controls were in the basement, no one noticed for several years.

Cold. Did I mention it was cold?

It was very cold.

Old Hack
02-24-2007, 02:47 AM
It's cold here too. But that has nothing to do with our cats, nor with my father, who lives elsewhere and has no compassion for cats, falling down or otherwise.

Unique
02-24-2007, 02:51 AM
If it weren't for the cats, I would have frozen to death. I love cats.

Parkinsonsd
02-24-2007, 02:52 AM
I was menaced by two distinct terrors. The first was the goblin that laid in wait for me everynight under the bed. The problem was that the light switch was across the room and it took a giant leap from the switch to make it onto the bed and still remain out of reach from the goblin. I did what I could to dissuade it from attacking, shoving clothes, books, papers, and toys under the bed, trying to block him from coming out. My mom, the neat freak that she was, would always clean out or make me clean out the stuff from under the bed, and so bed time was always terrifying. I came upon the solution once and with the help of my older brother we got rid of the Goblin. Just before bed one night, we gathered all the kitchen knives, sharpened them up, turned out the lights, threw them under the bed, and made our leap. Never heard from the goblin again.

The next problem was the clothes snake that my mom said lived in the pile of dirty clothes. We handled the clothes snake with the same method as the goblin. My clothes were a bit ragged after, but that clothes snake disappeared too.

Siddow
02-24-2007, 04:08 AM
I do want to hear about your haunted room. Ghosts are real to me. I've had a few experiences.

Okay, then I'll tell you!

I lived in the half of the attic that was 'finished'. I was five years old and woke to find a woman standing at my bedside. Only she was transparent. I tried to scream, but couldn't. I got out of bed and walked around her, descended the stairs and then looked back up and she was leaning over the railing. I found my voice, screamed like only a five-year-old girl can, and ran into my parent's room.

My mother dismissed the situation until I was twelve, when she told me that the last resident of the house had killed herself there, and that she (mum) often got up in the middle of the night to find the oven on and all the kitchen cabinets open.

JDCrayne
02-24-2007, 04:26 AM
My room was wall-to-wall books and assorted junk all over the floor. I was a messy child. I am a messy adult.

stormie
02-24-2007, 05:01 AM
I shared a room with one of my sisters until I was about 15, then one got married and I had the room to myself. It was a good sized bedroom, and we each had our own side with our own favorite posters covering the walls.

What gave me the creeps was that inside our closet there was a small door in the back right side. Just a wooden thing--no handles or even hinges, and painted to look like the rest of the closet. Not even my mother or father bothered with it. Finally, when we redid the house four years ago, the carpenters opened it up. The room was very small and had brickwork on all four sides (there was no brick elsewhere in the house). And there was an old-fashioned phone line.

From talking to people who lived here way back during prohibition, it's said that boats would bring liquor to the shore, a call would be made from a pay phone or where ever to the certain houses, and then the liquor would be hidden in the closets. I guess the brick work kept the liquor cool.

threedogpeople
02-24-2007, 06:16 AM
My room was fairly neat and I made my bed every morning before I left for school. The alternative was to deal with my mother cleaning my room and making my bed. NOT something I wanted to happen. I was an obidient child, on the surface, but very, very sneaky underneath. What momma didn't know then she still doesn't know now....

My favorite room was in the back corner of the house and had big windows on both outside walls. Since we lived in the mid-west there were fantastic thunder and lightening storms and I loved being alone watching the lightening.

maestrowork
02-24-2007, 06:17 AM
I didn't have a room. We had a bunk bed next to the front door. Our apartment was about 300 sq. feet.

Anonymisty
02-24-2007, 06:41 AM
My room had pale green walls and gold shag carpeting. I slept on a trundle bed and had a plastic orange ball lamp hanging from the ceiling over my bed. One wall was bookshelves, which were filled with ...well, books. And Breyer horse statues. My horse show ribbons hung from the edges of the shelves. And the other three walls of my room were nearly covered in horse posters.

I've managed to overcome my poster obsession in the years since, but I do still like horses.

CBeasy
02-24-2007, 06:43 AM
My room was a complete disaster area. Like, you couldn't even see the floor.

Chumplet
02-24-2007, 07:00 AM
I think we moved so many times, we didn't have a chance to mess up our rooms. They had no personality, either. I somehow remember a Donny Osmond poster somewhere....

I shared with my sister. She was a slob. I was the neat one. I stress... WAS. Now I'm so sick of cleaning up after everyone, I just let it go. It's cluttered in my house. I need a dumpter. Really.

Mind you, it's not filthy, just filled with too much damned stuff. But I won't give up my books, or my old cast iron Underwood sans ribbon. I've got Breyer horses, too. Well, they're my kids', but I really bought them for me.

TsukiRyoko
02-24-2007, 07:01 AM
It's always looked like a bomb went off. I like it though- there's a surprise in every corner!

Chumplet
02-24-2007, 07:28 AM
It's always looked like a bomb went off. I like it though- there's a surprise in every corner!

As long as it's not a stinky surprise, like a sandwich you forgot about three weeks ago.

writerterri
02-25-2007, 02:46 AM
Okay, then I'll tell you!

I lived in the half of the attic that was 'finished'. I was five years old and woke to find a woman standing at my bedside. Only she was transparent. I tried to scream, but couldn't. I got out of bed and walked around her, descended the stairs and then looked back up and she was leaning over the railing. I found my voice, screamed like only a five-year-old girl can, and ran into my parent's room.

My mother dismissed the situation until I was twelve, when she told me that the last resident of the house had killed herself there, and that she (mum) often got up in the middle of the night to find the oven on and all the kitchen cabinets open.

Spooky!

I had a pillow thrown at me from across the room as I was walking out a door. Now that was weird.

startwearingpurple
02-25-2007, 03:06 AM
i used to be tidy and very organised.. now im 16.

my room has cream walls and its decorated with duck egg blue accesories... the effect would be much more adult and feminine were it not for the pile or paints canvas and an easel in one corner a bass and amp in the other and the small pile of washing that (no matter how much i clean it away) always seems to apper and stay till i have time to do my washing...... i love my room ...

startwearingpurple
02-25-2007, 03:07 AM
As long as it's not a stinky surprise, like a sandwich you forgot about three weeks ago.


ok my rooms not THAT bad

whistlelock
02-25-2007, 03:37 AM
spartan. not out our any desire or want for minimalizim, but because my mother liked to move every so often.

AFter the 5th move, I got tired of packing up a lot of things.

and for serveral years I didn't have a bed. so that made moving a lot easier too. (I had this chair that folded out in to a 'bed')

thethinker42
02-25-2007, 05:10 AM
I've got Breyer horses, too. Well, they're my kids', but I really bought them for me.

DId you know there's a whole hobby devoted to those?? I've been showing -- yes, showing -- them for years, but I've gotten away from Breyers and moved into the customized (ie., repainted/resculpted) Breyers, and resins (original sculptures cast by various artists and painted. Check out some of my beasties:

http://www.equineresindirectory.com/searchhorsegallery.asp?horseid=&resinid=&breedid=&breedtypeid=&sculptorid=&scaleid=&painterid=&colorid=&ownerid=810

Carrie in PA
02-25-2007, 05:20 AM
My room was the kind you didn't venture into without a fearless native guide and a tetanus booster. I'm still not exactly Martha Stewart, but I'm better than I used to be.


:roll: That would be my answer as well.

robeiae
02-25-2007, 05:23 AM
You people scare the hell out of me. Really.

Unique
02-25-2007, 09:35 AM
You people scare the hell out of me. Really.

Good. Mission accomplished.

David Conner
02-25-2007, 10:29 AM
My room was well ventilated when the wind was blowing straight down through the hole in the concrete ceiling, and when the tide was out it was dry.

blacbird
02-25-2007, 10:54 AM
Room? I slept on a sofa in the living room of our four-room house throughout my childhood, until I moved out at the age of 19, my sophomore year in college. The concept of having "my own room" didn't even occur to me until then, and even then, I had a roommate, a heavyweight wrestler.

caw

PeeDee
02-25-2007, 10:58 AM
We didn't have 'room's when I was a kid. We had a ditch, in the ground, all sixteen of us. And we slept on broken glass. ANd we were grateful.

lfraser
02-25-2007, 11:18 AM
We didn't have 'room's when I was a kid. We had a ditch, in the ground, all sixteen of us. And we slept on broken glass. ANd we were grateful.

Luxury.

lfraser
02-25-2007, 11:22 AM
"You were lucky. We lived for three months in a paper bag in a septic tank. We used to have to get up at six in the morning, clean the paper bag, eat a crust of stale bread, go to work down t' mill, fourteen hours a day, week-in week-out, for sixpence a week, and when we got home our Dad would thrash us to sleep wi' his belt. "

MPFC Four Yorkshiremen

PeeDee
02-25-2007, 11:29 AM
Hah! At least you got to eat bread! If we were lucky, we could lick the road on the way to work, and we liked it. And our dad was too tired, so he'd make us whip ourselves.

Anyway, that was all before the ditch burned down and we had to live between two lanes of traffic, all thirteen of us.

blacbird
02-25-2007, 11:50 AM
Sorry all of you thought my comment was in jest.

It wasn't.

caw

Jongfan
02-25-2007, 11:55 AM
My room was loaded with kids...
We were 5 children , 2 parents and various foster children.. usually 3 children per bedroom. Never left much room for playing so it remained tidy

It was simple, beds and dressers.. no televisions or video games...

PeeDee
02-25-2007, 12:05 PM
Sorry all of you thought my comment was in jest.

It wasn't.

caw

I wasn't going after your comment, blacbird. I was just having fun with the thread in general.

lfraser
02-25-2007, 12:37 PM
My room was downstairs, beside the furnace room. The window was at ground level, hidden behind a few scruffy shrubs. I used to come in at the appointed time, which was eleven o'clock, and then when everyone was asleep I would go out again, leaving the window very slightly ajar so I could pull it open when I got home.

It was also very good for smoking. I just hung out the window so the smell didn't permeate the room.

The room itself was about eight feet by nine feet - big enough for a bed and a dresser and some bookshelves over the bed. It was always tidy because there was no room on the floor to drop anything without stepping on it.

Sean D. Schaffer
02-25-2007, 06:58 PM
Mine was neat and tidy until I hit about 17 then it was declared a disaster.

Now, it's neat and tidy again. I make my bed everyday too.


And you?


When I was 7 years old, my room was easy to get in and out of, as long as you knew where the paths were located. I had everything neatly figured out until my Mother demanded I put my toys away. Drat!

Up until I was about 16, my room was pretty much a mess. In my teenage years, I started taking the time to actually put things away. These days, though, my room is smaller than a jail cell (studio apartment bonus room, to be exact) and there isn't much room for the bed and the dresser, let alone a mess.

DamaNegra
02-25-2007, 07:32 PM
My childhood room was PINK. Pink walls, pink carpet, pink beddings, pink toys, pink and white furniture, even the pictures had pink frames. Which is why I currently hate pink. I got enough pink back then to last a lifetime.

My current room is a bit smaller, there's a desk and two bookcases and two individual beds and that's about it. There's not much space for walking around and what little space there is is covered in clean and messy clothes (you can tell the difference because the clean clothes are still folded), shoes, books, papers, newspapers, pillows, kleenex and god knows what else. Nothing's pink anymore by the way. Now it's blue and orange.