Copabanana
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That is so funny, Feeling. A private joke between you and me, at our own, each other's expense.If I knew your address, I would send you one...or ten.
I have never seen a house like my own, how it is decorated. Let me try to describe it. It has a life of its own, my house.
I got rid of everything I had when I left the country maybe 12 years ago. So when I came back I started over, in thrift stores, mostly. I bought pictures and more pictures. Originals for a few dollars each. That is my real love. And thrift store pretty glassware and dishes. Then my mother died and I brought her whole house here. Every single thing. I will only give away clothing. Nothing else of my mother's. It has been such work incorporating two houses.
My mother may have had 200 framed pictures. Large ones. I may have had 150 pictures. Smaller ones, mostly. The house is painted a clean white--almost an absence of color. And the floor, I took up all the rugs, and it is painted bright shiny white, the concrete. So all you really see is the pictures and chandeliers. Our color scheme in our great room, dining room, kitchen, hall and breakfast room--which are all together in one space is mostly cyan (dining room), dark blue, burgundy and magenta *living room mainly. Mahogany wood and glass furniture (coffee table.)With gold. It is pretty. Every single lamp is from the 60's or 70's--except a pretty pretty one from maybe the 90's. Everything stands out against this snowy white ground. We have 9' ceilings and a lot of windows.
I still have maybe 50 pictures that I need to hang. I still cannot face getting rid of anything. For a while I was feeling tyrannized by stuff. Dominated by it. Now I feel excited by it. Because I feel what we are creating has meaning. I do not know how to express it. I like living with my mother's taste. Even though not one thing I would have bought for myself.
It almost feels like I am coming to terms with my life and our relationship.
I took most of the doors off the cabinets in the kitchen so you can see my collection of pretty dishes from the thrift store. People like it, especially M's sister who says that this is the custom in Old Mexico. In Old Europe, too.
I think it is kind of European.
Here I am wasting your time, writing about something so inconsequential, Feeling. Except I know you are equally invested in your house. We are each of us for different reasons living trying to deal with the past. In our houses.
Take care. Merry Christmas.
COPA