10/06/2024
I’m dull, but my home is not.
We bought Marguerite a month ago, but her bones are much, much older than that. She’s almost twenty over a century. She’s had many owners, and, as such, is the keeper of secrets. She’s had lots of “phases” in her lifetime, and more looks than we care to remember. “We” as in Marguerite and I. We don’t like to speak often of her most recent phase, which is when she was white washed. A major disrespect to her character and charm. Before that, someone dreadfully installed carpet over her gorgeous hardwood, this is particularly bothersome to our husband, who has been ripping it up and meticulously removing staples by hand. She’s currently embarrassed about the state of her bum (the basement) but I have assured her we will get to it, in due time. Together, we have chosen vibrant colors for the main living space. Colors I was previously suspicious of in a home, but nothing less than vibrant will do, to dress Marguerite. We’re in discussions about the dining area, specifically deliberating wallpaper, and arguing over dining tables. I hope one day we will be best of friends, and she’ll tell me where her secrets are kept.
Photo by Lo Ben