Awful wallpaper is awful

I've been wanting to start another blog for a few months.  I tried Tumblr but when life got overwhelmingly busy, it got neglected.  I'm on Facebook but I've mainly used the notes feature there not so much as blog entries as much as life updates to everyone.  I'm on Twitter and am WAY behind at catching up at life stuff and snarkiness from a lot of lovely people, even though I tweet whatever from time to time.  I'm on LinkedIn and really should pay more attention to that one of these days.

The first blog I had was started in December 2003 as an outlet for venting and keeping people updated through treatment for breast cancer.  I was 30.  I started blogging about other health issues and frustrations and otters long after treatment had ended, but it wasn't quite the same.

I'm at a weird point in my life right now.  Some would be having mid-life crisis angst or mania at 37.  I'm not sure that I'm in a crisis at all, but I am definitely in a strange liminal space of limbo and transition and waiting.  Having been like this for the last little bit, I've noticed that my strange life has gotten even stranger, and I've been privy to an increasing amount of weirdness in the lives of my friends.  The weirdness is compelling me to blog about life things again but with an emphasis on the strange, or what would be considered "not exactly normal" to most people.  Well, we'll see how I think most people think, anyway.

Today I wrote a description of wallpaper for the benefit of the people who kept seeing peacocks instead of what they really were and for the amusement of the friends who now own this scary, scary design.

The instructions for an impromptu contest:  Leave a description of this wallpaper, or perhaps a story of the pattern's origin, in the comments. Best answer gets a prize. I'll figure out what the prize is while I'm unpacking. Which should happen some time before Christmas. Maybe.

When I left my contest entry, I informed the other commenters that my being half-asian probably had something to do with my immediate notice that the peacocks they saw were in fact, not peacocks at all.  They were pineapples.  Behold the majesty:

If this were my house, the walls would be bare in a day.

The arrangement of lovely pineapples nestled together with battered squid chips, prickly giant mutated kiwi and toxic blooms of onions and cauliflower arranged between the paisleys of doom had driven the previous homeowners to madness. The elements plotted to do the same to the new inhabitants by watching them, waiting until 3am and then singing folk tunes in the middle of the night through the voice of each other.

And so the madness begins.  (You don't want to know about the SpongeBob toilet seat cover.  Trust.)

The subtle stripes really tie the food cocktail together.