In preparing for Cinco De Mayo festivities, I have kicked my Google ogling into high gear to find ideas for paper party paraphernalia. Is there any holiday that embraces the paper decorations quite like Cinco De Mayo? I don’t believe so. Works for me, as I love channeling my inner child by busting out the paper and scissors to create party decor that gives me the appearance of being a with-it, crafty, Martha Stewart-esque homemaker. Plus it’s cheap. So, you know, win-win.
Guess what Mr. Heath is going to be helping me do this evening…
For better or for worse, in American culture a sign of status, wealth and “making it” is getting a large flat-screen TV. I remember fondly the day Heath and I maneuvered our way through screaming babies and angsty teens at the local Walmart at 9 p.m. on a Saturday to pick up ours after I got myself a Big Girl Job. “Yeah,” we thought to ourselves. “We’re doing alright.”
The funny thing is, while every blue blooded American is expected to have a flat screen, most designers tell us not to display it.“A Television should never be the focal point of a room.” and “Overtly displaying a large flat screen is tacky.” What gives? First you tell me I have to have one, now you’re telling me it’s lame. Not cool, society.
I wouldn’t normally give too much thought to this conflict of interest, opting instead to take on Eric Cartman’s “Whatever, I do what I want” mentality, but the problem is that I really have no idea how to gussy up the vast wall of nothingness behind my television.
It’s the antithesis of good design. In fact, it’s no design at all. It’s just there. This big black box in front of a big white wall. Uninspiring.
I can’t mount it over a fireplace (we don’t have one) or buy some ridiculously expensive piece of art to put behind it, but I can create a photo wall to bring some semblance of character to this otherwise drab portion of the doodle kingdom.
I suppose this weekend I will be whipping out the hammer and nails. Expect the “after” photo in the near future…