Maison d'Etre

Vintage Mixer

I made mashed potatoes in this. And yes, Lexi, I'm alive. Working on a book, so I haven't been blogging so much. Maybe I will just put up photos now and then.

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Sexy Stuff: Antimacassars

Suasoria (who I've been calling Susoria for a good three years now and who may or may not be this person) used a hot vocab word in her (his?) comment about my couch. Antimacassars. That's both a once-ubiquitous hair oil and the prophylactic bit of fabric used to protect chairs and sofas from your grubby little hands. My sofa does indeed still have hers. One of them is quite dirty, however. 

Anyone know how I can clean that? As you can see, Emma was no help.

Vintage Century Furniture Couch

 

I used to be a funny blogger with sort-of interesting headlines. I've lost my touch. It'll come back; I'm sure. In the meantime, all you nice people will have to suffer me my sofas and other paraphernalia (who knew that word was spelled like that...). This couch, which is covered in a fine, off-white damask fabric, is made by the Century Furniture company. I gather it's very well-made. I got it at The Brown Elephant, this terrific thrift store on Clark Street in Andersonville for a very fair $160. It was $195, but I saw this guy in front of me using a coupon from a local paper. I sent WJ out for a similar coupon and got 25% off.

Here's what I like about it:

single cushion bottom

buttons on the bottom cushion

neutral color

great shape

well-made

bed-bug free 

How long do you think it'll be before I tear off one of the buttons on the seat cushion?

Mantle Close to Done

I finally started to unpack my books and stuff. Here's what I did with the faux fireplace. Wendy Jo calls it a giant version of one of my collage boxes. I call it a mantle. More of this and I should be a bit happier. Also, bought a couch. That tomorrow.

Furniture to Be: Should I Buy this Mid-Century Sofa?

Typo of the Day: More Amature Love Poems

More amature love poems, courtsey of poetry.com. Not to be confused with poetryfoundation.org, where I work.

Speaking of Safe, Have You Seen the Film "Safe"?

I loved the movie "Safe", but now I'm feeling like Julianne Moore's character...

Curiosity #2: Smell

The day I arrived in my apartment, I was thrilled with my choice, and spent about an hour puttering around. Then a weird formaldehyde smell wafted into the front rooms. WJ smelled it too. We couldn't figure out where it was coming from, but I am now convinced my upstairs neighbor is embalming people (maybe even the former tenants) in his apartment.

Don't think I'm going to buy a formaldehyde meter. It costs 750 bucks.

Curiosity #1: Safe

There's a safe in wall at my new place. No one knows the combination. What if there's a pile of gold in there? I saw another safe when I was looking for apartments here. It was hidden under the staircase.

Anyone else have one of these?

The Players: Emma the Cat

Just realized there have been references to Emma, and many of you don't know who she is. Emma is my loud, cranky rabbit of a cat whom I've just discovered I can drug with Benadryl to calm her down. Here she comes now...

We did a test run of the Benadryl because she's flying with me to Chicago on Sunday, and at the ripe age of 14, she's never been on a plane. She's awfully vocal--part Siamese--and I don't want my fellow passengers to murder me before I get to the Midwest. Thus, the drugs.

That's my mom in the background.