I was born in San Francisco, CA in the early 80's. My mom's Dr. was out of town when she went into labor, so the on-call Doctor delivered me and this Dr had a completely opposite style of my mom's ideal Dr. So there she was in the delivery room on the table about to start pushing, when in walks the Dr who will be delivering me...who was a very 'lively' woman, dressed in a hot pink polyester track suit, rose tinted aviator sunglasses with rhinestone detailing, and bubblegum pink nail polish..then announces (as she's chomping on a wad of gum..which i'm sure was probably bubble-icious), "Somone put some 'tunes' on, this baby is almost out"! A few seconds after the nurse 'pumped up the jams' I was welcomed into this world. With my first sight being this completely eccentric, cotton candy piller of a woman...who by the way still had on her sunglasses...I believe this Dr contributed in part to my major affinity toward all things colorful (especially bright shades of pink), aestheticaly loud, and border-line garish. But I thank her for this, because i'm sure this brief first encounter is now subconciously synonymous with the world as I know it and see it, (which is covered in a splattering of color, pattern, personality, and sparkle)!
This would be the room interpretation that best represents the delivery Dr:
A combination of these interiors sums me up:
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