Her Room (HW #3)

There is a reason why Camilla hates her room. There is a reason why her mother hates her daughter’s room and other reasons why Maria, can’t stand getting near her sister’s room. The main reason is basically the disaster that room is; walking in, is almost like going into a maze with no way out. The space is not big. but is not small either, the problem is that it’s too crowded and has way too many bad memories and feeling that are reflected in the way Iris keeps her bedroom. Some people say the way you keep your room is the way you keep your mind. And Iris’s mind is hell most of the time. On the bedroom’s white door, there is a Dr. Seuss quote that reads “A person’s a person no matter how small”. You might think it is a child’s room, but Camilla is actually turning 27 by the end of the year. She always detests the fact of growing old, maybe that’s the reason she behaves like a child most of the time. When you enter the room, on your left you find a queen sized bed. On a good day, the bed is done and you can see that the covers are white as well as the pillows, except for one that has a colorful butterfly on it. The bed is against a wall that is painted with eight big red squares that simulate picture frames. On each square there is a photo printed on canvas hanging. They are black and white pictures and are a representation of her life. They are hung in chronological order; they tell a story, or at least that’s what she says. The first picture is of Camilla and her dad, the next one is of the first day she started school. Each picture represent an event of her not so short life, and from time to time, she changes them, always keeping the ones of her childhood. She says that pictures are memories frozen in time and if you stare at them for a while you could actually relive that specific moment. At the right side of the bed, against the white wall, there is a white wooden cabinet with 4 drawers. On top of the cabinet there are different things spread out; two picture frames, one of her dad and the other one of her grandmother. There are pens and pencils, a notepad, 2 empty glasses of whatever she drank, a few coins, the pills she has to take every morning, and a porcelain white dove. Next to the wooden white cabinet, is the closet. The closet itself is a mess; there is so much clothes, it seems it would explode any minute. The shoes are everywhere as well; there are even some on top of the shelf inside the closet. On that same shelf you can see see-through plastic boxes that contain different things; some more clothes, some pictures, and others just random stuff. Besides the closet there is a white tall lamp made out of paper, which Camilla never uses, but she bought anyway because she just liked it. Next to the lamp there is a handbag hanger. She only uses one handbag for any occasion, yet the handbag hanger had a lot of bags hanging on. Some are big other are small. If you are standing in front of the handbag hanger and facing the bed, on the right there is a red box made of bamboo strips. The box is the same red as the squares painted on the wall. The box has a tag that says “Stuff”. She keeps a lot of shit inside that box, useless things she doesn’t even know she has. Next to the “stuff box” there is another commode. This ones is also made out of wood but is not painted. It has 6 drawers where she keeps her more clothing and other things she wants to hide from people. On top of the commode, there is a 40” TV, there are also many things on both sides of the TV, mostly things that should belong in the garbage, but keeps anyway. To the right of the commode there is a bookshelf that has a zigzag shape. She painted the book holder red to match the wall squares. She has a lot of books on it; most of them she has read, a few she started but got bored and left them there just in case one day she wants to finish them. On top of the bookshelf there is a pop art peace of paint she bought at Ikea. If you stand from the door, you can barely see it. All the things are so close to each other, which it looks uncomfortably wrong. On the floor of Camilla’s bedroom there are many things spread out; shoes, clothing, her dog’s toys, candy wrappers, underwear, socks, and many other things you can’t even imagine should be in a woman’s room. You have to look where you step just to make sure you don’t crash anything. The worst or best part of having a room in these conditions, Camilla says, is that in her own disastrous disorder, she finds anything she needs, except for peace which she has to find in her own mind first.