A backdated series of entries from Week One in what Anne and I are calling Lady M.
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Saturday
Today I moved into M street. The house is enchanting in an incredibly ‘shabby chic’ fashion (emphasis on shabby). A mishmash of architectural styles – art deco patterns on the ceilings, giant Marvel characters scrawled in biro on the baser block walls of the downstairs studio space, paint jobs from every tenant and every decade and the rippled glass and white window frames from the post war workers’ cottage (which I suspect was the original design). I even went to lifeline and bought a wardrobe from the 1920s and ‘50s vanity and drawers.
I love it. It is making me happy, even though it lacks a certain crisp to the corners. One thing it doesn’t lack is spice. Anney has brought more spices than Coles stocks, including bacon flavouring bits and popcorn seasoning that has made many people very excited. I am happy in a house with many and varied spices. I am so glad she’s moved in.
Monday
A divine walk to work – a tad sunny and given the Brisbane weather extremes, just hot enough to use the sunbrolly – and just long enough that I might one day walk up the hill behind our house without panting.
Tonight, should I have wished it, there could have been a grand cookup, but instead, I bought Subway.
Tuesday
One should walk 23 minutes per day, according to Steven Fry. The weather is steaming tonight. When does he expect me to do my 23minutes I wonder?
Thursday
I had started to make the macaroni cheese – but was interrupted by phonecall from my parents:
PARENTS: where are you, our little cherub?
ME: well, at my home. That place to which you banished me after that big fight we had and after which you said I couldn’t live at home with you ever again.
PARENTS: but why aren’t you here?
ME: I felt that was fairly self evident.
PARENTS: no, we’re at the curry connection waiting for you. Why aren’t you here? You were told last Thursday. You should be here if you want curry. We will pick you up.
This was a positive experience on so many levels.
Friday
Tonight was mum’s exhibition. I felt very elegant, but also very judgemental and very self righteous. I tried to hide it behind the chipper exterior of the general patina of awesomeness. The works looked striking in the gallery and though she didn’t sell out in the vernissage, she had a heap of approval, a small wealth of works bought and a bevvy of positive reinforcement – especially one lady, a return buyer, who bought two works to offset her raging exccentricitieees… (it is about this time I fall asleep!)
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