"The Yellow Wallpaper"

One of my favorite sites to visit while Baby Boy naps is Brocante Home www.brocantehome.typepad.com What amazing links one can find there! While visiting this week, I noticed the post on Charlotte Perkins Gillman's book "The Yellow Wallpaper".

I found a copy on line (i know i have it somewhere, but it was much quicker to find on line). My aunt had recommended it to me several years ago. But, I enjoyed reading it again. Well, maybe 'enjoyed' is too strong of a word. Fascinated. Yes. I'll go with that.

Twenty seven years ago I spent what seemed like weeks in a room, mostly alone, which had yellow wallpaper. I liked the yellow wallpaper. I liked it very much. But, I did notice changing patterns and actually could recognize faces of people in the peeling ceiling (peeling ceiling is fun to say!) and the folds of the yellow curtains.

No. Yellow wallpaper holds no ill will with me.

Now. In that same upper apartment in an old boarding house in Grandville with numbered doors (how cool is that!?) was a room. THGGM and I had no idea what to call this room, so "The Room" just sort of stuck.

It had orange and gold wallpaper.

A sixteen inch repeat pattern of orange and gold wallpaper.

Romanesque columns.

With vines hither, thither and yon. And, even beyond "yon".

Hung upside down. Rather than climbing UP the columns, the vines slithered DOWN, as if to catch you and wrap you up and suck the life out of you. And then burp with great satisfaction.

Our landlords LOVED it. They had hung it themselves when they first purchased this old boarding house.

Let me tell you that I can TOTALLY relate to having wallpaper develop a life of it's own.

Let me also tell you that I see pictures and faces and things no one else seems to notice in inanimate objects.

I totally understand "The Yellow Wallpaper".

Google it. It's a short read. You will either hate it because you don't understand it, or love it because you do.