I am not a Dork
I have a subscription to Elle Decor. I regularly read House Beautiful. I save West Elm catalogs to read as though they were magazines. I follow several home-decorating blogs and Twitter accounts. Basically, I’m a lover of all things interior design. It wasn’t always this way. It started last summer, shortly after purchasing my condo. I’ve lived in apartments for years, but now I can paint the walls! I’ve discussed moving a wall! I’m planning on completely re-doing the bathroom! It’s mine, and I want it to be beautiful.
When I say that I “read” home decor magazines, I mean that I study them like text books. I pour over every page to determine not only if I like a certain design but why. I then interrupt whatever my boyfriend is doing to point out couch cushions, paint colors, and gallery walls using terms like “organic form” and “diamond tufting.” (He’s a good sport). Afterward, the photograph inspiring the interruption is ripped from the magazine or catalog and glued into a notebook where I store my “inspiration.” Once the glue dries, I scribble an explanation of what exactly I like about the photo.
Generally, if I was to meet you in person and tell you about this hobby/obsession, I’d preface the discussion with, “I’m a dork.”
Why am I so ready to put myself down? Having interests doesn’t make someone a “dork” – it makes them interesting.
I’m not a dork. I’m a woman of many interests.