My new outlook is growing legs. Scratch that....my new 'IN'look - me loving who I am deep within - is growing legs.
Which leaves me, now that I feel splendid, to wonder...What to unveil? My words here have always aimed to reach their target in someone's heart. My blog writing has always edited the banter that spills out. I try to drain that swamp, so if at all possible, you see my inner heart, that love lump in my chest, opening. Above everything, my inner love lump wants to meet your inner love lump.
Earnest I am.
But what if I'm not a swamp?!?
Might you want to know the circumstances my little love lump lives in? I'm secure enough to ask if you're interested. So here's to spilling.
I've begun making big changes in my living quarters. I've now begun giving my home something more than the rummage sale décor that a very clever but second-rate person 'deserves'. This fall I hired someone to paint my small library, and yesterday I hung a beautiful framed reproduction of Rembrandt's Prodigal son on its wall.
This painting is sacred to me. When I was on tour in St, Petersburg, I stood transfixed before this immense 7 x 9 foot painting. Though they tried to bustle me along, I wouldn't leave without buying its reproduction and carrying it all the way back across the Atlantic. You see, I am the prodigal daughter.
My kitchen is its original 50 year old self, with replacement cabinet doors I polyurethaned twenty-nine years ago in our basement, in 1988. Given that NO dust could fly, all doors were shut. I gave myself one doozy case of pleurisy. This time, I'm playing it safer, not doing it myself. 850 square feet, half of my first floor, is going to be remodeled to suit this woman. I plan to age (?!) in place the next twenty years at least.
Last Saturday an architect, draftsman and builder visited my house. Despite visiting lovely new kitchens and perusing kitchen magazines and stores for two years, I have never developed a case of kitchen envy. So plans stalled. Last week - finally - it all came together. I need a Zen kitchen, aka a Disappearing Kitchen! O.K. I do cook. Here's the look.
Clearly I'll be spending my inheritance...
Are you guys at all interested in the circumstances of my life? If you want to stay in the loop with me, could you let me know?