vintage cosmos themed bathroom and general house decorations

so i got to drinking my smoothie and browsing ebay again, as i typically do around this time of day. i find that when things wind down and i run out of listings to make, i start to stray towards the shopping end of the spectrum, rather than selling as im supposed to be slaving at.

springmaid is a houseware brand most commonly carried at walmart, though if you attend consumer mass at 6 sharp expecting to find the brand youll struggle. maybe somewhere in the linens section, the 400 thread count sheets may be being presented to you by them. but they made a lot of things. and im not worried about sheets or threadcounts or whatever.

the sun and the moon are popular deities, everyone thinks they know them. i love symbolism, my home is covered in it. some of this symbolism, is indeed related to the cosmos. or its fair to say that the majority honestly, of my house that is, is completely coated in the sun, the moon, the stars.... my admiration for space and all which dwells within is endless. i think that vintage designs regarding zodiac, astrology, the sun moon and stars, are beautiful. 

but even more, its relatable. woven into my identity. i feel a certain relation to these depictions. worn gold, flaking and peeling, tarnished dusty candleholders with abused wax running down their ill equipped sides. i scrounge around thrift stores for tapestries with the moon, in all of her glory, hoping theyll appear and even better be in some sort of workable condition. i see stars and blue glass and it comes home with me, an attraction i simply cant put into words. i feel like i AM the vintage bathroom set. the one everyone loves and admires, says they think they recognize, but at the end of the day you know theyd never have that kind of stuff in their bathroom. that kind of decor in their house. 

and pretty soon its christmas and you realize youre never gonna see these people again. they walked out of your door and there was no telltale gust of wind like usual, the change in pressure you recognize in a small space like this. but then i opened the door again and the cold envelopes, and its too much. 

it crushes the air out of my lungs and im coughing while my nose bleeds and i know if i let that dry on the wall not even a magic eraser is gonna get it out. but i do and it stains, and the next day im breathing fine again. 

i put on my sandals, another task, and 347 steps for my fitbit. i like seeing that counter go up.