O fer

“My dear,” said her husband, the cob, one afternoon, “do you never find your duties onerous or irksome?  Do you never tire of sitting in place and in one position, covering the eggs, with no diversions, no pleasures, no escapades, or capers?  Do you never suffer from boredom?”
“No,” replied his wife.  “Not really.”
“Isn’t it uncomfortable to sit on eggs?”
“Yes, it is,” replied the wife.  “But I can put up with a certain amount of discomfort for the sake of bringing young swans into the world.”
So, now I have one week under my belt.  I’d like to say I ran to sloth, lolled around and wallowed in my solitude.  But I did not.  I began the great Blandings purge.  I am shamed by the amount of stuff that has accumulated.  The amount of stuff that has made it’s way in while, apparently, nothing has made it’s way out.

That being said, the expanse of unstructured time has freed my mind a bit.  I had visited this bench a few times and pined for it, but I did not have a good spot.  I have a lucite stool in front of my fireplace, and the room needs it, otherwise it will tip to something more like showroom aesthetic.  Unpleasant.  Then, inspiration struck.

Part of the restructuring has been a commitment to keep my vanity tidy.  Messy, don’t forget, I tend to pile this handy spot with clothes, both dirty and clean, as they are shed.  Then, once a week or so (maybe twice) I sort and return things to their appropriate spot.

You would think this would drive Mr. Blandings crazy as it is the first thing you see upon entering the bathroom.  When asked, he replied, “Honey, it’s just what you do.”  Which is the kind of thing that defines him as a much nicer person than I; in a similar situation, it’s unlikely that that would be my response.  So I’ve placed a few things here to deter the heaping and, so far so good.  (I’m out of silver polish, in case you hadn’t noticed.)

I recently played ring-around-the-rosie with some light fixtures and moved this crystal pendant here.  Which I like, but it made me realize the whole thing needs a bit of spiffing up.  The sheer was existing and the stool moved from the old house – a “temporary” space filler, still there eight years later.  Eureka!  Chinoiserie stool, plain sheer and a mirror, done.  Except the chinoiserie bench is sold and my heart is broken.  Darn.

Then, looking for bottles or jars to place upon the bathroom shelf at Curious Sofa, I ran across this charming bench.  Perfect!  Just the thing to replace the coffee table, whose lip cuts into the back of your heel when you place your feet upon it to watch TV.

Just the right size, the patina is great, works with the ticking of the sofa.


Sadly, all wrong with the rest.  The color was a smidge too gray, it’s chic shabbiness was all off with the tub chairs and the tiger striped child’s chair.  Reluctant to give her up, I tried to find her a home with a particularly stylish friend, but she was a tad too big for the space.  After much consternation, back she went. 

Darn, again.
“Children,” he began, “I have news for you.  Summer is drawing to a close.  Leaves are turning red, pink and pale yellow.  Soon the leaves will fall.  The time has come for us to leave this pond.  The time has come for us to go.”
“Go?” cried all the cygnets except Louis.
“Certainly,” replied their father.  “You children are old enough to learn the facts of life, and the principal fact of our life right now is this: we can’t stay in this marvelous location much longer…All things come to an end.  It is time for us to go.”
If you have never read Trumpet of the Swan by E. B. White you are missing something special.  Read it.  If you have the opportunity to read it aloud to a child, rejoice.  I am reading this to the youngest and a work of fantasy to the oldest, and while I enjoy both books, White’s prose sings while the other clunks.  It is a book to not be missed.  
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11 thoughts on “O fer

  1. I’m so sad the bench sold. Will enjoy, though, seeing how your projects evolve. Love the leather chairs.

  2. One of my favorite books and that stool that you are pining for does indeed offer a perfect sort of nest for a goose like you.

  3. Double darn for the furniture this week!

    Your mention of the Curious Sofa makes me LONG to get there soon. It is one of my favorite stores. I haven’t been there since they moved from downtown. Sigh.

  4. Courtney – thanks, funny how the purge has not really stopped the hunt for new stuff. Hmmm…

  5. Patricia – not surprised that Louis charmed you, too. I’m sure another piece will find its way to me – always does.

  6. Willow – thanks! and Amanda – the new spot in PV is bigger and chocked full of good stuff – make sure it makes your list on the next visit.

  7. Well, you were right on both counts. The chinoiserie bench was so perfect, and the shabby one was not. Darn. But, it gives you something to look for, which is always fun.

    I’ve never read that EB White… thanks so much for the suggestion! I’ll pick it up.

  8. I don’t think I have ever told you that I LOVE your blog! Thank you for consistently enlightening posts!

    I am enjoying my first day home ALONE since last May. I am in a different stage in life than you are – one daughter in college and one who just started high school today! However, the quiet, the calmness of the house………..aahhhhhhhhhhh….. it is nice.

    Now, to begin cleaning out closets or post on my blog for the first time in months? Oh, I love just having the choice!

    Enjoy your time, however you spend it!

  9. A GREAT book!
    I was just remembering when my mom would read it to us kids, and I was recently trying to remember the name of it, so thanks for reminding me!

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