In 1979 we invested in half a house full of This End Up furniture. It has proven to be enduringly practical and ugly. This little footstool has been a plant stand for years. With nowhere to go, I brought it into the studio gave it sliding feet and a new cushion covered with a hand-dyed, mid-thirties Italian linen towel. Cloth, get to work!
And Summer was delivered, as promised. All the colors of the sun plus a wisp of dusk.
The blending of the two southern branches of the Lacativa tribe is underway. Going forward, our schedules - work and school - will make us mostly ships passing in the night. The rearrangement of things has been revelatory. The expression "death cleaning" is apt. Death of Sloth in my case.
I threw away 4/5ths of my so-called wardrobe. Those who know me also know that I wear clothes until they are dead. Very little of what I gave up was fit for Goodwill where much of it came from in the first place. It's time for some new duds come summer.
This demon found refuge in my personal stash of cloth, He's annoyed because today I removed all the good stuff from the tub and replaced it with a worn old blanket. He knows.
It's nine days since I tested positive. The lingering cough I put down to moving years worth of dust and cobwebs from every possible surface. I really should have worn a mask Taste and scent still elude me. Sleep is spotty and dreams are wonderfully cinematic. Not working until the wee hours every night may have everything to do with that.
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Oh yes, he does look annoyed! Glad for your Sunshine dyes. I need to do more cleaning. Maybe I need a reason. I've been told the cough lasts for weeks, but I hope yours does not. And "cinematic" dreams that is a great word for mine. Feel better.
taste...oh, eee....there would be no reason to eat
one of my students lost her sense of taste when she fell while skateboarding ... her descriptions of what was lost were disturbing to say the least ... so sorry to hear that you are experiencing that
and cleaning ... Don is on a tear right now as we have guests coming in March ... he is amazing and I am so totally not into it (yet) ... my "studio" space has become a horrid dumping zone, stuff stacked on the bed since I last cleaned the floor ... months ago? ... I wake up thinking what I might do, and then find more interesting ways to pass the time ... the dead-line is still too far out ...
it's hard for me to imagine no taste.
Husband lost his sense of taste and smell in high school chemistry class.
Which might be why he has little interest in my cooking????
P.S. Other furniture has come and gone, but we still have our This End Up couch, coffee table and bed ...
I remember This End Up from our midwest years... So sorry that the virus goes on and on for you. Hoping full recovery is just around a sunny corner for you, oxo.
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