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| Glass & Concrete Shack on a Beach with Too Much Stuff - Not My House But Sort Of My Aesthetic |
I was throwing out yet another stack of papers to be recycled when I was interrupted yet again by my PS. Is he a hoarder? Naahh! I do wonder sometimes, though. I never really considered it until recently. Everything I want to pitch, he claims is irreplaceable. I can't throw away enough stuff and my PS is a packrat! Classic! It's really the only thing we argue about.
To be fair, I have a really spare aesthetic. Sparer since cancer. If you're not eating on it, typing on it, reading or sleeping on it, it must go. Water and stone. Light and glass. Fire. That's it! Except for a bed, no furniture. Okay, maybe a table, but only one. And no chairs. Stone stools or geods, or chairs that hang on the walls in between meals. (I saw that once in a movie) I'm the ultimate minimalist, the antihoarder.
So the PS and I go through this hilarious routine every time I try to throw anything away! It doesn't matter what it is, I'll dispose of a piece of advertising paper or a sock with a big hole and it will find it's way back to me along with a lawyer's argument to persuade me why the item I'm discarding all willie-nilly still has some use in it and should be reclaimed! Does this ever persuade me? What do you think? You're right! Naahh! Of Course it doesn't! HaHa!
When every step is a challenge and all surfaces are potential hazards furniture is cumbersome, decor meaningless.
I used to prowl antique stores looking for Art Deco/Retro stuff. Never again. Small shops make me feel trapped and claustrophobic, like MRIs.
I occasionally am forced to have my brain photographed but no one says I have to ever have to willingly stand around cramped little shops for fun, which I no longer am interested in and, as a cancer survivor, all my priorities have changed anyway.
Some day, when I'm living in my "furniture-free villa-by-the-sea", I'll invite you over for a drink - I'll be the one not talking and you might get impaled on a geod!
Educational and unforgettable! Yowsa!
One of the nice things about travel are these palatial hotels with great empty spaces, we were at the St. Frances in Union Square the other weekend for a Hematology Conference, and our 6 year old Abigail and I went exploring closed doors. We discovered 3 grand halls, meeting rooms in a row: The Italian Hall with a vast open space, balconies around and trompe l'oeil outdoor stairs fresco, another room with gilded rococo Louis IV ceilings, and then the biggest hall of all, all carpeted, with enough space for the Democratic National Election, all empty! All ours, to make up a waltz and dance. While not a single window, truly a place for the anti-clutter, not a single piece of furniture or anything!
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