My chain of thought post product purchase after seeing the tag “Circo“: Wait a tick, isn’t that a kid’s brand? Certainly this isn’t a bathroom owl rug for kids. Yes, it had been surrounded by circus-y looking stuff, but what kid has their own bathroom? Probably a few, actually. It does have pastel hearts on it. I did it again, didn’t I? (Marge noise.)
And thus continued my unintended obsession with kids’ decor I assume is for adults. And actually, a lot of it probably is intended for adults. Adults like me. Places like Urban Outfitters make bank selling anthropomorphized lamps.
You know, like this one. I saw this in a model home once… in the kid’s bedroom.
As a woman who has passed the age of 30, I still get giddy over things made of plush. I have a feeling I’m not alone. I recently discovered this stowaway after a trip to a certain boy wizard’s theme park. He resides on my grown-up refrigerator alongside a stein and a wand you can’t see in the picture. But trust me, it is there, calling my adulthood into question.
On the other side of said fridge lives my trusty garden gnome named Gnome Chomsky. He has been a resident for a decade and is probably the only thing that could more likely be owned by old ladies than children. But I’m lumping him in anyway. He, alongside monkeys (particularly of the sock variety) and Domo, have claimed permanent residence of some kind for most of my life. They come and go with popularity, but always have a place in my heart.
Speaking of sock monkeys, this was a recent purchase that has yet to make its way onto a wall:
Wall decals rock and this one from Blik was a no-brainer. I also purchased this. More monkeys, I know. But it will be worth it when they come alive and become part of my traveling circus. Only one animal has so far.
Nothing is crazy different about my junk, and I fall for trends all the time. But I do like my kiddie stuff, and as long as they keep cranking out animal-shaped things, I shall acquire them. Like the mugs above, which were recent finds at a thrift store. Thrift stores don’t judge me on my youthful purchasing because they can’t prove anything! No paper trail… muhahaha.
Who among you will join the ranks to take back what is rightfully ours? Lend me your ears, your animal-shaped pillows, your anime posters, your video game paraphernalia, action figures, World of Warcraft plushie (that I totally have somewhere in storage), and your birds with eye patches and Owl and the Pussycat paintings!
We will take back the
night day and feel unashamed of our Spongebob Magic 8 Balls. Who’s with me?