Saturday, April 2, 2016
So the song I'm singing now is a song of spring. Like a bird, I can attempt to slide up and down the scale, or chirp the same note on consecutive phrases. What tune might this be, you would ask? None other than "Mi chiamano Mimi" from La Boheme by Puccini. Specifically, the lyrics midway are:
guardo sui tetti e in cielo;
ma quando vien lo sgelo il primo sole e mio
il primo bacio dell'aprile e mio!
il primo sole e mio!
I look over the roofs and into the sky,
but when comes the thaw the first sun is mine
the first kiss of April is mine!
the first sun is mine!
Sounds a little like me, me, and mine, but I guess that's why they call her Mimi. Still, I like the poetic concept. The birds now are greeting the dawn an hour in advance with their songs, and I've spotted many a one singing their little hearts out perched on the highest branch of a tree. Their repertoires are complex and gloriously uplifting, and like a opera, generally about love and boundaries.
Not content to be a passive listener to these arias, a few years ago I thought I would give it a go of trying it out myself. The idea of finding my authentic voice was appealing, as it was with my first cry when born. Unfortunately, this primordial pleasure is frequently corrupted by self-consciousness and shame as one leaves childhood behind.
Taking time to twitter is as vital to one's soul as any art. The ultimate in luxury is a private voice lesson, when your very own teacher focuses exclusively on your vocal folds as if under a microscope. With a piano accompaniment, a beautiful melody, and personal participation, where is there more bliss?
Great singers make it seem effortless, and my operatic career will have to wait for another reincarnation. Still, I fantasize about groups of friends sharing song together as was common years ago for entertainment, simply for the fun of it. As a true amateur (translates as lover), I do it for love rather than for money.
Monday, July 6, 2015
After a nice respite from the rain Fourth of July weekend, we are now experiencing one more hurricane caliber storm. The poor postman requires a new wardrobe in addition to the summer shorts and pith helmet already in circulation. I am proposing the following attire in response to the extremely wet conditions that they have had to endure for the past few weeks:
Blue swimming trunks with requisite black stripe.
Adult size blue floaties.
Flip flops optional. Goggle issues are in the works and will be available shortly.
Friday, July 3, 2015
After the wettest June on record in our small geographical area of the world, it seems redundant to step into the small glass box in my home and turn on the shower in order to get wet. Would it not make more sense, in terms of saving water, to simply step outside with my soap and shampoo?
The latest storm was a real drencher with sheets of side-way shower jets hard enough to take the skin off your back. If you wanted a real pelting, you could stay out for the cold sequence of hail to pummel the knots of your neck. And another bonus of those marble-sized pellets would be to simply hold out a glass to collect for a post-immersion cocktail.
This tedious weather reminds me of a slogan from years ago during a drought that encouraged the population to save water. The government slogan "Shower With a Friend" was one suggestion. More recently, "Pee In the Shower" (instead of the toilet) was popular and highly promoted in Brazil, but that's for another story.
The smart thing to do would be to develop and invest in residential rooftop reservoirs. Seems crazy to drain water from the Mississippi, treat it in facilities, and charge for it! Certainly no need for irrigation sprinklers right now. If anything, my garden is drenched by my overflowing pond, in addition to the overhead daily downpours.
Takes me back to a fun and fond memory many years ago of bobbing around the British Virgin Islands; bare boating with some friends while crisscrossing from island to island. As anyone knows, fresh water on board ship is a valuable commodity, and not to be wasted on long and luxurious showers. One must rinse off the salt water residue quickly and not linger or languor.
The deluge subsided, and we retired, once again below deck to pick up our party where we had left off. And then...once again, the gentle drops above turned to a full wash cycle. Susan didn't miss her cue in hollering "Cream Rinse!". Crew and captain mustered once more to the deck so as to complete a very satisfying outdoor salon session.
So what I would like to suggest, is to make the most of this misery, and take the plunge so to speak. It could be a fun neighborhood experience; one could also throw in washing the car, the dog, or even the laundry while we're at it! And the streets and sewers will be squeaky clean and fresh smelling to boot. Ahoy, mateys, it's a brave new world!
Monday, March 23, 2015
Today was a fulfilling day of filling bookshelves starved for attention. Here were built-in bookcases put in by the client, but sorely underutilized for their purpose in life! My homework for the clients was to corral all things of interest. There was no dearth of great hardbound books, what with both clients being teachers.
When I asked the client if she happened to have any rocks, to my amazement, she showed me several nice specimens from her grandmother - a real treasure trove! There were also some fabulous ashtrays from the 50's.
Leather bound books were rescued from the basement, and curious objects that hadn't seen the light of day in years were dusted and washed. There wasn't a single thing purchased to make these shelves come to life!
After - left side
There are no rules really in regards to bookshelves; each instance may present varying factors to consider. Here, I chose to intersperse the books with the clients' personal possessions, instead of wall to wall books. As I was taught by a librarian, the books are brought flush with the front of the shelves.
After - right side
The now smiling shelves are ready to welcome the new furnishings yet to arrive. A fresh spring look for dear old friends!
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Here we all are, sharing a day that comes once in a century!
Completely irrational, it never ends and never repeats itself.
Math is usually all Greek to me; much as I love geometry and use it endlessly in my interiors.
In case you forgot, Pi is the circumference of any circle, divided by its diameter.
I do believe that everything and everyone is connected, and there is no beginning or end.
What I love about interior design are the special relationships that evolve in the process. Just consider the many people and resources that get involved in the production of putting an interior together! It is a richly layered tapestry that is completely unique.
Sometimes, in the creative process, I do feel that I am going in circles with no end in sight. There seems no end of irrationality!
I like that I have the area code 314 for telephonic communications; isn't it time that you got around to calling me?
Enough with the math,let's all enjoy some other kind of pie!
Thursday, January 1, 2015
It's a new year, and the possibilities are endless. How shall we edit? What should we add or subtract? It's the same with interior design. When it it right to leave well enough alone?
There is great beauty in beginnings, when rooms are empty and quiet. In the art of design, I find the challenge is to preserve the soul of the past with profound respect while truthfully living in the present. The future will take care of itself.