I don’t understand this fixation with decorating kids’ rooms. Maybe it’s because I’d rather spend money on books. Maybe it’s because I think trends are an environmental hazard. Maybe it’s because a coat of yellowish paint was good enough for my room when I was growing up.
Most likely it’s because I’m lazy.
The decorating style of William and Vivian’s room is global simplicity. That’s a euphemism for a few pieces of cheap art we picked up overseas, got framed, and hung on their beige walls. Beige is the colour on every wall in our house. It’s not champagne; it’s beige.
Sometimes “global simplicity” is a developing country. You know, a place in need of financial assistance and better organization.
When Vivian and William were 2, they took out the night light and used the prongs to remove paint. Not sure where their parents were while that was going on. It’s graffiti in a country that doesn’t have the means to beautify it.
Sometimes “global simplicity” resembles a detention centre.
Once again, when our twins were two, they developed another anti-nap-time habit. They’d open the closet door, climb the shelves, pull everything out, and hang from the rafters. So, we took the lock off our back gate (because that’s safe), and attached it high on the closet door. That lasted a day. Until Thing One and Thing Two figured out if they wrenched on the closet doors hard enough, they could warp the lock, permanently. Twins 2, Parents 0.
Sometimes “global simplicity” resembles a war zone.
Walk in their room at your own risk. Watch where you step: lego pieces, baby dinosaurs and random debris can cause extreme foot pain.
Despite the disaster and lack of style, I wouldn’t hire a decorator if I had the money.
I’d hire a cleaner.
How about you: what type of room did you grow up in? do you decorate kids’ rooms? would you rather hire a cleaner or a decorator?