Speaking of my old room...

Here are some pictures I took of my room while I was still living in my old house in the suburbs. I can't believe they made it through the multiple computer transfers and house/apartment moves until now. I'm so happy they did!

The corner above my bed.

I clearly made myself at home in my old bedroom, more than I have at any of the bedrooms into which I've moved since. Upon those old walls of mine, I scrawled Imogen Heap and Corrine Bailey Ray lyrics; I tacked up pictures of my baby cousin, my dad and I embracing before my trip to Peru, and my friends and I hanging out on the beach; I hung posters of Imogen Heap and a Mexican folk dancer, and sketches of a ballerina and a hornet; lastly, I hung up some of my own art.

These walls represented so much of what used to mean a lot to me. And some of it still does. While I no longer listen to Imogen Heap regularly, I still cherish those same photographs; although now, they hang in frames on my walls : )

My walls of beloved treasures.

I kept many things as treasures when I was in high school, and I still do. It's not that I was a burgeoning klepto headed straight for an episode of "Hoarders," it was/is just that I cherish so many events/ideas that I want to keep their physical momentos. I've since realized that the longer you live the more the momentos begin to pile up in an unpleasant way; resultantly, I've had to throw out some of the things you see here. However, I still have that painting; it hangs in my room in Milwaukee. I still have that statue of Mary; it is also located in my room in Milwaukee. Lastly, I still have that green statue of an Asian figure that my Auntie Jayne gave me a while back; it stands about five feet away from me on my kitchen counter : )

Art and fashion are my passions.

 The caption says it all here.

Taste doesn't always have to change.

I loved red and turquoise then, and I love red and turquoise together now. I still wear the turquoise necklace pictured on the left in the middle, and I've kept the red and green scarf. The only thing that's changed here are the braces my teeth are wearing in the old photo (that's a photo of me at my lake house on the lower right)!

Chevrolet uses Electric President's "Grand Machine No. 12" in 2011 Volt commercial

Chevrolet Volt Commercial

"Grand Machine No. 12" by Electric President

Tonight, the TV was white noise until Chevrolet's Volt commercial peaked my attention with its use of Electric President's "Grand Machine No. 12." This song brings back the most vivid memories of the time I spent hanging out in my room at my old house in the suburbs. The sun always seemed to be brighter on that side of town. All my memories involve beams of hot sun beating down on my cheeks, making them prickle. I remember laying on my carpet, bathed in sunlight, listening to iPod playlists featuring Electric President and other like bands, doing art, or writing. I spent a lot of time alone in high school in that room. I think it was good for me. I don't spend enough time alone now. In fact, my time alone now almost always ends in an epiphany of some sort, or at least in some serious introspection. I think more alone time would be good for me. 

Amazing what can come from a song... or, a commercial : )