A cautionary tale:
In the mid 1960’s my Aunt and Uncle bought a house near where we lived. Maybe one or two social classes up from my neighborhood. Quite literally the other side of the tracks. I would have been nine or ten at the time. So of course they invited their poor relatives over to tour their new home. Actually, they had always been in the rotation of family holiday get together locations so much time would be spent visiting for the five or six years they lived there. That is until they took another step up to the burbs leaving us real Chicagoans behind. It was a nice two story home with the best bonus in the world for a boy my age. The second story bathroom top row of tiles had delightful naked blonde cartoon women, ala Marilyn Monroe, discreetly hugging bubbles in various provocative but still tasteful poses on alternating rectangles around the whole bathroom. Just a little above my pre-puberty eye level. But what an eyeful for me in those clueless days of the mid 60’s. I didn’t know why I liked ’em. But boy did I. Even to this day the memory makes me smile. Best of all nobody else seemed to pay them any mind and I knew better than to remark upon them. So that particular decor choice by the previous owners stayed and I had many inspired visits to that lavatory as the revelations of puberty over took me. I think I hold those tiles responsible for my life long penchant for blonds.
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decorative tile choices live on long after you have moved out.
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I still wonder what the people who bought the house from my aunt and uncle thought of their choices?
A Scroll Threw Life 