Old and New
I decided to move farther south for the winter (hehee)...
I have moved into my place on First Hill. I opted for the 1B model for six months. It has more square footage and can better accomodate the antique, hand-knotted Persian, sixteen-drawer Chinese apothecary chest, and Queen Anne writing desk one has been dragging around. The 18th-Century Regence period Commode will have to go in the bedroom. The period reminds me of how my father felt about the Senate in America (read: "Is anyone here?"), and will always hold a comedic sway over me- I shall not get rid of this item!
All my kitchen appliances are coordinated in stainless steel (CuisineArt); my diningware is Raynaud's Helloise with Kirk-Stieff's Williamsburg Queen Anne flatware (day) and Michael Wanwright Truro Platinum-rimmed dinnerware Towle's Reflection flatware (evening). The antiqued mirrored chest with floral reverse painting and cashmere rug I ordered from Neiman Marcus, just before departing my house-sitting position north of here, will work perfectly in this blank, off-white existence. Even in my slumlord-oppressed days in Ohio, I was able to paint the walls. This is what happens when a girl has trouble committing (to a longer lease!).
I was playing Fleetwood Mac's 'Rumours' (1977) CD on repeat when I received a call from the doorperson concerning a package. 'What did I forget that I sent my myself now...', was my thought as I waited for the elevator. A woman and man joined me at the elevator. I recognized the woman as someone that had previously commented on her male counterpart's examination of my 'moving in' ensemble which consisted of Christian Louboutin Supra fife black thigh-high boots, an eight-inch True Religion Mandy denim skirt and a black Jucca twin set. This day, I suppose, my outfit was too interesting to the both of them, as the woman felt the need to make the comment: "You must not have been outside today, because it is REALLY cold outside". I was wearing a Freud cashmere tunic dress with mink 'flower' appliques at the shoulder, and...Bo'em sandals. I placed my hands on my hips and began to gently swing my upper body, then replied, "It's quite alright...It's scientific fact that the cuter the girl, the more likely she is to find a suitor to warm her", to which her male counterpart snickered. I'm pretty sure she will not be catty anymore.
I retrieved my package but did not recognize it by the origin. It was from Florida and I did not recall having my younger sister send any items. Upon opening it, I realized it could only be from my mother- she must have know where I was all along! It was Amanda Lynn, a rag doll with yarn hair from my infancy that had survived Tonka truck rides, trips to the beach and the many years from introduction to now in my room. She was worn in with love, to be sure, but now she was wearing handmade mittens and a crocheted hat over her bonnet. I called my mother. "Whatever are these new accessories on Mandy (as I called her)?" "I thought you would appreciate me dressing her for the weather there...", my mother replied nonchalantly. I rolled my eyes toward the heavens and smirked, then asked, "So how long have you known my whereabouts, then?" "I checked your credit card history and found the style of Uggs you purchased a confirmation of my suspicions". I rolled my eyes at the personal invasion, then, smiling for a moment, thanked her and quickly made an excuse to get off the phone.
She knew all this time, yet she did not bother me once. this was the best Christmas present she'd ever given me!
Yes, I miss her...but I still need my space. M.~
I have moved into my place on First Hill. I opted for the 1B model for six months. It has more square footage and can better accomodate the antique, hand-knotted Persian, sixteen-drawer Chinese apothecary chest, and Queen Anne writing desk one has been dragging around. The 18th-Century Regence period Commode will have to go in the bedroom. The period reminds me of how my father felt about the Senate in America (read: "Is anyone here?"), and will always hold a comedic sway over me- I shall not get rid of this item!
All my kitchen appliances are coordinated in stainless steel (CuisineArt); my diningware is Raynaud's Helloise with Kirk-Stieff's Williamsburg Queen Anne flatware (day) and Michael Wanwright Truro Platinum-rimmed dinnerware Towle's Reflection flatware (evening). The antiqued mirrored chest with floral reverse painting and cashmere rug I ordered from Neiman Marcus, just before departing my house-sitting position north of here, will work perfectly in this blank, off-white existence. Even in my slumlord-oppressed days in Ohio, I was able to paint the walls. This is what happens when a girl has trouble committing (to a longer lease!).
I was playing Fleetwood Mac's 'Rumours' (1977) CD on repeat when I received a call from the doorperson concerning a package. 'What did I forget that I sent my myself now...', was my thought as I waited for the elevator. A woman and man joined me at the elevator. I recognized the woman as someone that had previously commented on her male counterpart's examination of my 'moving in' ensemble which consisted of Christian Louboutin Supra fife black thigh-high boots, an eight-inch True Religion Mandy denim skirt and a black Jucca twin set. This day, I suppose, my outfit was too interesting to the both of them, as the woman felt the need to make the comment: "You must not have been outside today, because it is REALLY cold outside". I was wearing a Freud cashmere tunic dress with mink 'flower' appliques at the shoulder, and...Bo'em sandals. I placed my hands on my hips and began to gently swing my upper body, then replied, "It's quite alright...It's scientific fact that the cuter the girl, the more likely she is to find a suitor to warm her", to which her male counterpart snickered. I'm pretty sure she will not be catty anymore.
I retrieved my package but did not recognize it by the origin. It was from Florida and I did not recall having my younger sister send any items. Upon opening it, I realized it could only be from my mother- she must have know where I was all along! It was Amanda Lynn, a rag doll with yarn hair from my infancy that had survived Tonka truck rides, trips to the beach and the many years from introduction to now in my room. She was worn in with love, to be sure, but now she was wearing handmade mittens and a crocheted hat over her bonnet. I called my mother. "Whatever are these new accessories on Mandy (as I called her)?" "I thought you would appreciate me dressing her for the weather there...", my mother replied nonchalantly. I rolled my eyes toward the heavens and smirked, then asked, "So how long have you known my whereabouts, then?" "I checked your credit card history and found the style of Uggs you purchased a confirmation of my suspicions". I rolled my eyes at the personal invasion, then, smiling for a moment, thanked her and quickly made an excuse to get off the phone.
She knew all this time, yet she did not bother me once. this was the best Christmas present she'd ever given me!
Yes, I miss her...but I still need my space. M.~
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