This room looks different now. The profound drapes gave way to more subtle colors. However, everything else is still there. The room has been buried to the hilt with stuff. I wonder what that must have been like for my Auntie to seal off this room. Of course, she sealed off the whole house didn’t she?
Like the scattered bones at some archeological dig, the disassembled pieces of this room are scattered about the room and elsewhere nearby. The coffee table had a sea shore/shells design beneath the glass top. In bags, we have found shells, stones, sand, coral. We never knew what the heck she had those items for. Now I understand. I would not want to maintain this room in such a gaudy state, but it is interesting to see how all the components have been there all along…just not recognizable to the overloaded eye/mind.
Of what importance is all this, beyond piecing together history? I don’t know yet. It is just a ride back in time like so many photos I have found of seemingly happier, more organized times.