the blue room

pat carroll: poor unfortunate souls

when we moved into our new 4-bedroom house three years ago i finally got have my own room. all the rooms were upstairs, two room to a bathroom..a somewhat 'attached' bathroom. it was perfect

i chose to sleep downstairs in the store room next to the kitchen.

since my parents have already committed, their subtle hints for me to move upstairs were ignored. you see no one, and i mean NO ONE wants to share the bathroom with my parents. my father wakes the neighbourhood up every morning when he brushes his teeth, imagine the person sleeping next door. my sibling quickly chose the rooms across the hall, leaving only the room next to my parents'.

as good as my family is, they dont understand why some people (me for instance) spend time by themselves. they think i make a big deal about me wanting my privacy respected. they do not understand that that is how i function. i need space to think and dance naked if i wanted to. i need a place to blast my music loudly, a quiet corner with soft pillows that i could do my reading. a place where i could display my favourite things on shelves and tables. the store room was perfect.

judy kuhn: the colours of the wind

my mother said we could chose our own colours..i didnt need much time to choose mine, it had to be blue. i chose the darkest shade available (even the painter shook his head in disbelief). i refused to change my mind about any decisions that i have made concerning my room. i have been given that space for myself and i didnt think anyone else had a right to give their opinion. i dont remember being that pig headed ever.

the blue that i chose turned out to be a beautiful shade indeed. it was not as dark as shown in the catalogue (a pity really)..but the painter himself was pleasently suprised at the final (dried) result. with minimal furnishing and fancy lighting i finally felt this small piece of the Earth was mine and mine alone.

kirk douglas: whale of a tale

there were many occasions when members of my family would come into my room and sit on the tiny bit of flooring that remained and we would talk and talk for hours. sometimes forgetting to eat dinner. after all these years finally this family is being civil to each other and beginning to enjoy each other's company. all because of the blue room near the kitchen.

bruce reitherman and phil harris: the bare necessities