They Told Me; I Am Ignoring Them
I was sent this meme last week from a friend who is quietly snickering at me about The Dorm Room. She knows good and well that I am over here in the Bay, creating gigantic piles of organizational goodies and matching cute stuff for my boy’s room. I tried really hard not to, but I could not help it. I had to do the Southern Mom Dream Dorm.
I have attacked this with the same energy that I would a design project in Holmby Hills. I have designed custom duvet covers, ordered a cheap futon with big red pillows. I have pulled the trigger on so many cartsful of merch from my POD (print on demand) suppliers, Walmart, Amazon, HSN and Ebay that I am simultaneously exhilarated and weak. I’ve enlisted a storage service in his college town to receive about half of said merch, the other half will be dragged in my car in Seward trunks.
I had a trunk like the two I’ve ordered for him. Mine was purple, and it’s in storage now. I used that thing in every dorm and apartment to move and store my essentials. It also served as a smart cocktail table in the early years, we are carrying on the trunk tradition. I think this scenario plays into a sort of movie montage fantasy I have since seeing Joe Versus the Volcano. In the film Joe (Tom Hanks) is a young man doing a big task for a millionaire who outfits him with a gentleman‘s accoutrements for its execution. Joe is gifted two Louis Vuitton trunks filled with customized couture and supplies, but he has to jump into the mouth of a volcano at the end of the journey. My kid gets a pair of Sewards, but he just has to make a B average or higher.
Wish me luck. It’ll be a hundred degrees out and we have a time limit. Progress report soon.
