House Crashing: Shocking and Gross Moments Part II

After Sherry bared some of her design missteps last week—including cringeworthy photos of her childhood and college bedrooms—I figured it was only fair to share a few of my own. I searched for pictures of my childhood room (think royal blue carpet that doubled as the “ocean” for Lego islands) and my high school room (a study in gray), but I didn’t turn up much.

College was a different story. I documented my dorm rooms obsessively, to the point of creating collage panoramas of them. Below is my freshman dorm corner — yes, I collaged it into a strange panoramic art piece (click the image to view a larger version on Flickr).

This was a corner of a room I shared with a roommate (for UVA folks: I lived in Dunglison). A few highlights:

  • My favorite high school color—gray—followed me to college.
  • My music posters included Third Eye Blind, Dave Matthews Band and Lauryn Hill (one of these stands out from the others).
  • Above Lauryn Hill hangs the license plate from my first (now deceased) car: a Dodge Caravan with wood paneling. I still have the plate in case Sherry ever wants to repurpose it for decor (she doubts it).
  • Dorm room essentials: string lights and a lava lamp.
  • I owned not one, not two, but three page-a-day calendars.
  • Early signs of my love for hidden storage and repurposing: a silver trunk used as a nightstand.

That collage wasn’t a one-off. I repeated the process to capture my senior-year apartment, this time assembling images in Photoshop to create a full 360-degree view of the room.

The apartment was an old house converted for students, where almost every room with a door became a bedroom. Ten of us lived there, each with a room. Mine was the former mudroom: long and narrow, with exhaust hookups for a washer/dryer and a door that led straight outside — a real bonus at the time. My style hadn’t changed much from the dorm:

  • Gray remained my color of choice. I even fashioned “custom” curtains out of sheets and pillowcases.
  • Music posters were still prominent; Britney Spears had replaced some earlier favorites.
  • The trusty license plate stayed on the wall, joined by an NYC subway map, illustrations torn from playbills, and even the previous dorm photo collage (if you squint).
  • Hidden storage persisted. My bed was the top half of an old IKEA bunk bed, leaving nearly two feet of storage underneath. I also turned an IKEA bookcase on its side to hide books and computer gear; a long bedspread tucked over it meant I rarely had to tidy that area—perfect for a messy 21-year-old.

Looking back, there were subtle clues that I’d grow into space planning and design. A preference for gray may have evolved into a fondness for neutrals. The trunk-turned-bedside-table foreshadowed a future appreciation for storage ottomans. And my habit of photographing every angle of my rooms hinted at a desire to document and share living spaces. Fun fact: I was the one who started this blog to chronicle our house; Sherry was initially skeptical. Funny how things turn out.

Since I didn’t capture any photos of myself in the rooms wearing questionable fashion (like airbrushed winking jeans), I’ll instead point to a Flickr group that features some less-flattering images of me — and a few shots of Sherry back when she was previously blonde.