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Bunches and bunches
2017-07-08 14:43:10 (UTC)

Deep Dreaming...

There is somewhere a home, maybe large, maybe small that has touches of bygone era and it calls to me. It dominates my dreams. There is sunshine, laughter and rich wood. A fireplace or seven, and a kitchen both beautiful and functional. I know what I do when I am finally there. I lay on my back, looking up at the ceiling and windows and watch the sunlight illuminate the interior. I have loved spaces since I could think about living in them. Suburban living paints my rainbow soul white with white trim. I need the dark, hand hewn or the ornate and themed. I will know and appreciate real stone, real wood, leaded glass. Old enameled sinks surrounded with little heavy squares of marble, alight my gaze. My heart yearns for beauty of any type, be it old and simple or ornate and fascinating, each will fill a hole in my psyche.

Painted trim depresses me and makes me want to painstakingly remove the paint to see what wood is underneath. I grew up in old homes, filled with their best years behind them and now cobwebbed. They were loved by me. I have no thought for the new without detail, the faked, the contemporary lacking good angles or finishes. I once fell in love with a new home, styled after an old one. But while it exuded Brady Bunch fun half finished, the finished one left me cold. There were cutouts in sharp squares and rectangles in the half done one and the light hit them just so, but the finishing was to round them. Rounded rectangles and even squares!!!! WHY!?!

I can love what it is ugly or old if it is original, I will deal with the inherited inconvenience of it. The style that makes the house a home is missing if not for the old wood gouged here and there or the squeaky stairs. I'd rather the pain and effort of painting and repainting wood then the ease of plastic siding. I adore the history as well as the home itself. Give me a placard and a few strangely curving hallways and I am in ecstasy. Plaster walls are amazing even if it means old wiring that overloads with both the dyer and the stove are on. Give me 17 foot ceilings or even twelve and I don't mind the laundry room intermingled with the kitchen. And the butler's pantry, I have no silver nor china but I'll wager it makes an amazing walk-in pantry. I once saw an old mansion with a sink in the corner of each room, old bronze and marble, what an amazing find! Admittedly, it would hurt to find the edge of it in the middle of the night if you reached out for anything, since the sink was where a nightstand should be, but I would take my chances in a heartbeat. The crazy wall paper of the old days is breathtaking, heart wrenching and something I could stare at mesmerized for hours in the differing light.

I want art in my eyes, filling my old soul always.




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