— The curtains my mother made me (and that my father installed) are gorgeous. I can’t describe how much I love them, and how they make my room feel warm and safe. I got many many compliments on the curtains. Kudos, Mum. And Kudos to Dad, the installer.
— I have re-learned that my apartment is really cool. People like to be in it, they enjoy the atmosphere. I lucked out. I BEYOND lucked out.
— I have learned that my postcard of Marilyn Monroe wearing blue jeans and lifting barbells, which I have on my bulletin board in the kitchen, is startling and exciting to all who see it.
— I have learned that my “rigid aromatherapy” practice has a soothing and calming effect of all who enter my space. “Is that lavendar?” “Ooh, I love the scent of this one … what is it?”
— I have learned that the foyer to my building truly needs to have an overhead light in it, because without one? As I let people in, it felt like I should be holding a drippy flaming candleabra and a long monk’s robe. “Welcome to my medieval darkened castle.”
— I have re-learned, yet again, that I have the greatest friends in the world. They dealt with the 4-forks having to be divided between 7-people with humor and aplomb.
In re: “As I let people in, it felt like I should be holding a drippy flaming candleabra and a long monk’s robe.”
Either that or you should have Marty Feldman as your doorman.
Exactly!
I assume you have no plans to redecorate your apartment as an “ice cave” then?
hahaha
No. No ice cave. My place is more like a hobbit hole. Cozy, dark, Oriental rugs, and FIVE THOUSAND BOOKS. :)
I do roll up and down my hallway, though, in a concrete ball of my own making. So I’ve got that goin’ for me.
It’s a much under-rated leisure activity, Sheila.. although I’m starting to gravitate towards the veggie-mechanoids myself…
I love your tin ceilings. They are gorgeous. I have to agree with you about needing a hall light, though…my midnight trek to the bathroom that time we had a sleepover was kind of scary. I was gripping both walls so that I wouldn’t fall. hahahhaaha…good times…
yeah-trying not to fallon
yeah- trying not to fall on me!!!!!
sorry-i am typing one handed cause i am hooked up to my IV!!!!
Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
Sounds like a good time.
“Welcome to my medieval darkened castle.”
You know, there’s definitely something to be said for that, though. A time and place for everything, I suppose.
DaveJ:
I would actually love to live in a medieval darkened castle. It appeals to my melancholy side, perhaps.
Either a medieval darkened castle or a hobbit hole. With 10 roller coasters in the backyard, of course.