The Informant: The Locker That’s Giving High School Nostalgia (In a Good Way)
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I suffer from a relentless pang of high school nostalgia on a daily basis. Don’t get me wrong — I don’t necessarily miss it, but there are some bits I still look back on fondly. Having my very own locker is (weirdly, I’ll admit) something I miss most. I relished decorating its interior. The exterior, on the other hand, left something to be desired. Beige. Bland. Unextraordinary. I’d always wished it was funkier, more colorful, elevated.
When, years later, I moved into my one-bedroom apartment in Chicago — my first place alone — I decorated it to reflect my wistful, maximalist self. Mannequin heads. Colorful squiggles. Plants that otherwise should exist in the Amazon rainforest.
And, yes, a locker.
Let me explain. Mustard Made makes lockers and they do it well. Lockers come in three sizes; Twinny (a larger, wardrobe-y tallboy), Midi (a medium-sized gym locker lookalike), and Lowdown (something you throw your keys on when you walk in your front door). I opted for the Lowdown, given that I, in fact, needed somewhere to throw my keys on when I walked through the front door.
The Lowdown is ideally sized for hiding every shoe I shouldn’t have purchased in addition to various knickknacks I’ve got no other place to put. Inside, it has two levels for maximum organization. And, on top, there’s enough surface area for me to fit a snake plant, various tchotchkes, my candy-bowl-turned-sunglasses-bowl, and some Rolling Stone magazines.
Lastly — and most crucially — my Mustard Made locker gives me an instant serotonin boost every time I see it. Because it’s not beige. It’s bright pink.
Why? This isn’t high school. This is real life.
