September 23, 2005
High school seniors beware.
Welcome to our house, built in the late 1800's. I planted the flowers myself-this picture is a few weeks old, as they haven't done so well since we bunked off to Egypt for a week and they didn't get watered.
Kokopelli, whom I bought in Mexico, greets you on the inside front door. I figure if the God of Mischief can't be the welcome wagon, who can be?
Our coffee table is an antique Victorian pine box, which we use to keep blankets in. Or at least we do when it's not otherwise occupied.
Our house has antiques here and there, actually. In our kitchen window are two of my orchids (I love orchids, I just love them). In the middle is a vintage French milk jug, a find that I am absolutely in love with. On one of the window panes is a pale frame with purple flowers. A gift from Melissa to Angus it was the former middle window-pane of a Victorian front door.
Er....please ignore the laundry hanging out back to dry.
In the kitchen on top of one of the doorways is something that's very important to me-a street sign I picked up in Sweden. I literally picked it up-the flat I was living in with my Ex was being renovated, and I went into the cellar one day and saw this old street sign from our neighborhood laying in a pile of rubbish. I had to have it, so I nicked it and have kept it. I will never let it go as something about it is so beautiful.
I have a vintage American street sign arriving soon, a little 1950's gem that simply says: "Main Street". I can't wait. And we both agree we'll get a street sign from England, as it's nice to have constant reminders of where we've been and how it'affected who we are today. I guess it's weird (read: nerdy) that street signs are something that I like, but in some ways they're things I know, things I recognize. And something about having a Main Street in my house makes me feel like I'm never that far away after all.
Maybe I'm not that far from it anyway-in our living room I've mounted three old photos of our families. In the large picture are my grandparents on their wedding day, her looking resplendent and him so chipper in his Army uniform, and in the upper right corner are my great-grandparents, whom I remember fondly. The bottom picture is Angus' grandfather and his workmate-Angus' grandfather drove double-decker buses, and I love their cheeky positions leaning against the hood of the bus.
On my dresser I have a tiny dressmaker's dummy that I use to hold my necklaces (and my pink Lola wig usually goes on it, too). I also have a Barbola mirror from the 1930's, and a few Demeter perfume bottles. I just bought another Barbola mirror that needs some reconstruction love which I will study up on how to do. I've seen that they sell for about $650 in the States, but I bought this one for £8.
Yesterday Angus was reading his usual tittilating material on the bed and Maggie decided he needed some help. You know. As cats are so helpful in doing.
Yesterday flowers arrived at our front door. A florist presented flowers to the recipient with a smile and a will-you-sign-here...Angus. I have heard from the team (and seen in my own home) the effect that work is having on many of the partnerships. As such, I took my credit card and bought roses for all the wives (and for Angus and one other boyfriend) of the project managers who have been working long hours, as a thank you for their patience.
Just because he's a boy doesn't mean he shouldn't get flowers.
My world is full of words and images. My home has one thousand pictures that will slip by unnoticed in time, but which when I look at mean the world to me. My heart is in these walls and with this man and these felines. These images are priceless to me, and while they maybe mean very little to anyone else, the view from our study window, a cat in the box, a stuffed turtle on the printer...these things make this place my home.
I've been working since 6 am. I have over 20 voice mails and a few hundred emails, even after me deleting them all on Monday. I have conference calls and documents to write. But there is still sunshine, and there is still time to just sit and think. So I think instead of digging into work this morning, I will sit in the doorway with my guard dog and watch the world for a little while, lest I let a moment go by me.
-H.
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