Bits and Bites
Nibbles and Nips
Kibbles and Bits
Dribbles and Drips
Quibbles and Quips
Ripples and Rips
Looking for something to fill the blank space/wall above my desk. The space is odd shaped, because of the vaulted ceiling and the wall is a continuum into the dining room. This something will be a focal point simply because of where the wall is. Must plan carefully here.
This something must be unique and large, but NOT ostentatious. Perhaps when we remove the enormous wasps nest from the soffitt of the house out front, it could be shellaqued and mounted on a driftwoody sort of branch and that might be interesting hung on the wall above my desk. Add a little of the Victorian flavor to things around here.
My interior decor, or lack of, reflects an eclectic style...anything goes as long as it balances the space it is in. That is the critical requirement. Next but not far behind, the piece should be interesting. Paul's only criteria is that everything should be funtional. He describes our home as being 'full of orphans'. Thats such a poignant description to me, and it begs further exploring for the possibility of unconcious symbolism.
Most everything in here has a story. Laying my eyes on the black leather wing chair in the living room I am instantly drawn into a different place and time.
I was living in Groton at the time, during a painful transitioning period. Crystal had come to spend an afternoon with me and she kindly accompanied me to the neighborhood junk/treasure shop. The Treasure Trove is a pretty creepy place. There is a man in a wheelchair who is quite pushy and obnoxiously loud. 'Loud' is a quality I rarely enjoy in people. He may own the place, he's always there on my sporadic visits. Another person is always there with him. Its difficult to determine if this helper is family, friend or employee. Its always a different person. With minimal curiosity I wonder who would seek employment here? These people seem to me live versions of the rest of the discarded items in the place. Something about this shop puts me in goosebumps, but there is usually a variety of items there stuffed to the ceiling, from clothes to dinettes and chatchkas, and definately worth checking out when I am looking for something. I had spied this chair on an earlier foray, and went back with Crystal to pick it up. During that jaunt, I had to borrow the bathroom and was grossed out because it was dirty and there were serious medical things in there. No kidding, I was heaving. While I was in there, the man in the wheelchair made familiar with Crystal, much to her major discomfort. Now, whenevere I look at the chair I can clearly hear Crystal saying, "Mom, we can never just visit, there is always an adventure with you. That place was bizarre!" And she is right, as is typical of her observations.
Crystal and Melanie like that chair a lot. One day it will only be fair that they have that chair, along with the memory of its original acquisition. Tagged on to it will also be the memory of its acquisition from me and maybe one or two memories of times spent at Mom's. Hopefully by then it will still fit a space in their home.
I'm feeling quite achey this morning, I don't think it is age. It closely fits the description of Lyme Disease. Will keep an eye on that.
Peace
