Earlier this morning....oops...it is after 12:00....another successful morning of putting the BIG stuff off....I wondered why Mrs. Richardson was in such a huff!
As I was saying, earlier today, I was writing about what kind of furniture I would be. After I posted it, I took the dogs out for a quick sniff'n'pee. We came back in the house, did a few chores.
As I performed the odd and ends of daily living I was thinking about some friends and what type of furniture they might be. It was vital to take the visualizations into the darker corners of my mind. BabaMara is extremely magical and has a new wand. She hasn't placed anyone in a jar lately or even threatened to have them toad! I'm afraid she might be tempted to try to turn a friend or two into a whimsical table or sideboard if I thought too loud!
I picked several of those I love and tried to imagine what they might think of themselves, erased those images...(too intrusive?)...and thought of how I might draw them if we were to magically transport to a fantasy story of animated accoutrements!
One, dear to me, would be a high queen-worthy bed. The headboard would be constructed out of time-worn wood boards, bleached by the sun, sanded smooth by the wind and the sea. The top-edge, fashioned into a series of crashing waves. The wood, dressed in a thin wash of white, would expose it's beautiful knots and wavy grain. A fluffy down cover would rest on the pillow-top mattress.
The barely-there baby-blue luster of her thousand-count linens would lure you in, inviting you to rest your head on the soft pillows for a restful nap. Extra pillows, tapestries of scenes of the sea, stripes of white and blue and silk in beach colors, top the bed, in case you are more tempted to read a good novel with pillows plumped behind you. A magical quilt of sage and sand, all the colors of the sea covers the bed; you can almost hear the waves gently rolling onto shore as you behold the exquisite comforter. A velvety blanket in a deep, deep sage lies folded at the foot of the bed.
Did I mention, that mixed in with the mountain of pillows is a round cushion with a picture of the Supremes in long, sparkly gowns and gloves, hands held out? "Stop In The Name Of Love!" printed in bright red under the women. The back side of the pillow displays Rosanna Anna Danna and the words, "NEVERMIND!"
p.s. There might be a couple of crumbs from this morning's bagel on the left side of the bed and that is definitely a ring from a coffee mug on the bedside table, next to the stack of books and Coastal Living magazines.
I have another friend who could be the most amazing and exquisite antique oak credenza and hutch. Hand-carved details on the drawers, the trim and along the hutch opening. Her mid-west roots are visible in the bead-board backing of the hutch, painted a soft pastel sage. A collection of hat boxes sit atop the hutch, in various patterns and colors; each tied with a matching ribbon, holding memories and secrets, bits and pieces of life and love. The shelves of the hutch hold photos of loved ones, pretty vases and bright porcelain birds.
On the left side of the hutch is a small copper cup hook with a ring of keys hanging from it. Some are skeleton keys with the patina of age. There are also keys so bright and shiny that they hint of unlocking doors and drawers to come.
The middle drawer of the credenza is lined with red velvet; oh the things it holds dear! The drawer on the right holds a bright light that shines when the drawer is pulled from its berth; the drawer on the left is her articulation drawer which is opened and shared freely with company. The cabinets hold books and knowledge and wisdom.
Unlike typical aged brass or bronze hardware, this knobs and pulls are bright colored glass with specks of gems embedded in the glass.
While the credenza and hutch are antique and splendid they are also magical. Each time a person goes away and comes back to them, they appear younger, they never have to be dusted or polished. The richness of the wood grain and patina remain but the sense of youth and newness exudes from it.
As I was saying, earlier today, I was writing about what kind of furniture I would be. After I posted it, I took the dogs out for a quick sniff'n'pee. We came back in the house, did a few chores.
As I performed the odd and ends of daily living I was thinking about some friends and what type of furniture they might be. It was vital to take the visualizations into the darker corners of my mind. BabaMara is extremely magical and has a new wand. She hasn't placed anyone in a jar lately or even threatened to have them toad! I'm afraid she might be tempted to try to turn a friend or two into a whimsical table or sideboard if I thought too loud!
I picked several of those I love and tried to imagine what they might think of themselves, erased those images...(too intrusive?)...and thought of how I might draw them if we were to magically transport to a fantasy story of animated accoutrements!
One, dear to me, would be a high queen-worthy bed. The headboard would be constructed out of time-worn wood boards, bleached by the sun, sanded smooth by the wind and the sea. The top-edge, fashioned into a series of crashing waves. The wood, dressed in a thin wash of white, would expose it's beautiful knots and wavy grain. A fluffy down cover would rest on the pillow-top mattress.
The barely-there baby-blue luster of her thousand-count linens would lure you in, inviting you to rest your head on the soft pillows for a restful nap. Extra pillows, tapestries of scenes of the sea, stripes of white and blue and silk in beach colors, top the bed, in case you are more tempted to read a good novel with pillows plumped behind you. A magical quilt of sage and sand, all the colors of the sea covers the bed; you can almost hear the waves gently rolling onto shore as you behold the exquisite comforter. A velvety blanket in a deep, deep sage lies folded at the foot of the bed.
Did I mention, that mixed in with the mountain of pillows is a round cushion with a picture of the Supremes in long, sparkly gowns and gloves, hands held out? "Stop In The Name Of Love!" printed in bright red under the women. The back side of the pillow displays Rosanna Anna Danna and the words, "NEVERMIND!"
p.s. There might be a couple of crumbs from this morning's bagel on the left side of the bed and that is definitely a ring from a coffee mug on the bedside table, next to the stack of books and Coastal Living magazines.
I have another friend who could be the most amazing and exquisite antique oak credenza and hutch. Hand-carved details on the drawers, the trim and along the hutch opening. Her mid-west roots are visible in the bead-board backing of the hutch, painted a soft pastel sage. A collection of hat boxes sit atop the hutch, in various patterns and colors; each tied with a matching ribbon, holding memories and secrets, bits and pieces of life and love. The shelves of the hutch hold photos of loved ones, pretty vases and bright porcelain birds.
On the left side of the hutch is a small copper cup hook with a ring of keys hanging from it. Some are skeleton keys with the patina of age. There are also keys so bright and shiny that they hint of unlocking doors and drawers to come.
The middle drawer of the credenza is lined with red velvet; oh the things it holds dear! The drawer on the right holds a bright light that shines when the drawer is pulled from its berth; the drawer on the left is her articulation drawer which is opened and shared freely with company. The cabinets hold books and knowledge and wisdom.
Unlike typical aged brass or bronze hardware, this knobs and pulls are bright colored glass with specks of gems embedded in the glass.
While the credenza and hutch are antique and splendid they are also magical. Each time a person goes away and comes back to them, they appear younger, they never have to be dusted or polished. The richness of the wood grain and patina remain but the sense of youth and newness exudes from it.
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