I don't think my apartment is weird and mostly I get a lot of compliments on how pretty it is, but there are a few things in it that get commented on a lot with a more dubious attitude.
10. All the guest sleeping places.
Basically the only person who ever sleeps over is my friend Alex
because he lives two and a half hours away and we trade off visits, but I
actually have a ton of things that turn into beds. I have an actual
guest bed that is my childhood bed I've had since I was 3, a thing that
looks like a squishy chair but expands into a bed, a cot, and a couch
that reclines that used to be in my mom's family room 10 years ago. If
you couldn't tell, very little of my furniture is new.
9. My curio cabinet. Obvious since it's literally for unusual
things, but it's specifically full of knickknacks from my travels
mostly. It also has some pottery I made in elementary school (including a
really good gargoyle), a dancing skeleton dog, a bunch of pocket
watches, and a dancing clown music box that has really freaked people
out. It was found on Facebook marketplace by my best friend's
mother-in-law and cost $30 for solid wood and glass. The only downside
was they said the guy who sold it to them was kind of a weirdo.
8. My tree lamp. My primary living room lamp is a tree that's bigger than I am. I decorate it for Halloween and Christmas. My mom has said she wants one too.
7. All the instruments. In my living room I have a bass guitar, a keyboard, a tambourine, a half size violin, a vintage accordion, and an Irish penny whistle. I can't really play any of them. The bass I mess with on occasion, the tambourine is mainly for my 10th graders reading A Doll's House, and I used to play violin in elementary school but it's so old I can't even tune it properly anymore.
6. My shower curtain. My shower curtain has octopus tentacles but what makes it particularly unusual is that the curtain liner has an abstract tree pattern on it so when the light shines through the window the octopus looks like it's swimming through sea vegetation.
5. The typewriter. I have a typewriter that's probably about 100 years old or more. It belonged to my great grandfather who wrote for a local paper. It doesn't work and weighs at least 60 pounds.
4. All the skulls. Not real skulls! I just have a lot of skull art? I have a skull in the wreath over my bed. There's a skull in a flower crown on a pillow on my couch. I have framed Dia de los Muertos postcards from Albuquerque and an "A Dull Afternoon" by Edward Gorey print above it. And this is just everyday; I have even more at Halloween.
3. The masks. I have a couple Venetian masks on my wall along with a mask I made in 8th grade with an actual cast of my face that I can wear. I think they're very normal but I had a friend who was insanely freaked out by them.
2. Death god statues. I have little statues around my living room of Hades, Persephone, Anubis, and Shiva, all acquired from their respective countries. They're my friends, and I love them so much.
1. An old broken trunk of military helmets dating back to World War I. I can try to explain how I got this, but it's honestly funnier to not. The Vietnam one is at school so I can show it to the kids when we read Things They Carried, but the rest live in the trunk. I also keep my back massager in there just because it's close to my desk.
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