Making A House A Home

My house is a triumph of function over fashion. It looks grim. It has bare walls. It is what an estate agent might called “lightly furnished”. But the minimalist look was hardly what I was aiming for. It just is.

I have never been one for design. The look and feel of things has never really interested me that much. As a technically-minded person, I am more interested in what things do, and how they do it. Aesthetics do have some value, but they are definitely subordinate to the way things work.

But the problem is my view is not shared by the vast majority of the rest of the population. When people visit my house for work purposes, which has a living room that basically doubles as a workshop, many people have been known to comment about the crappy nature of the furnishings. It’s not that it’s in bad order, or dirty; it’s simply… barren.

Most of the time I laugh it off, or make some witty quip about “still living like a student” or “lacks the feminine touch” or whatever. Bachelor pad, in other words. This is made a little easier now that my housemate is no longer hear to overhear my insulting comments.

But it has now come to the stage, where I am living here on my own, that these comments are starting to grate on me. I do need to make this place more liveable.

The main problem is that I have no immediate solution to the number 1 reason behind it all: work. The living room is filled with computer crap, most of which is simply passing through. Some of it needs sorting through to decide whether it’s worth keeping or not. But I can’t escape it. I need it. It is my job. If I don’t have anything here, it means I have no work. And that doesn’t happen these days (thankfully).

In recent weeks my helpful neighbour and friend has donated a number of items to me to help make the house a bit more interesting. A number of these items have had functional value, like plates and cutlery, but some of them are decorative, like a porcelain cat and other strange things. I have it say, I don’t really like them, but I have put them in the room anyway. One for political reasons, and two because, yes, it does break up the tedious, endless empty lines. It forces me to leave spaces clear of computer stuff, and think of them as homely areas, not part of the workshop…

It’s going to be a difficult process. I have started by turning my living room around. I never liked it the old way anyway. In the meantime, it’s even more chaotic than normal. Maybe I’ll get there eventually…