Today we went to yard sales and I bought this tea set. It is like Fiestaware, bright oranges and blues and greens and yellows, incomplete, but a little girl would never know that. I'm not sure why I bought it. We use these toys to teach women to be servile and domestic, both of which evade me still. I like to buy things and decorate my house, but I don't think that qualifies as domesticity. I still think I should have a maid to pick up after me. My husband would agree that I need it. I'm kind of like Pigpen only with Pottery Barn and Crate & Barrel shit gathering at my feet. Ah, the curse of good taste and a steady job.
It is Labor Day tomorrow, and I may labor through it. Because there have been so many passings (Goodnight Rose, goodnight Charlie, Goodnight Willie) I am bracing for the unrelenting flood of new ones that press against the locked doors, seeking shelter from the storm that is Alzheimer's Disease.
It is Labor Day tomorrow, and I may labor through it. Because there have been so many passings (Goodnight Rose, goodnight Charlie, Goodnight Willie) I am bracing for the unrelenting flood of new ones that press against the locked doors, seeking shelter from the storm that is Alzheimer's Disease.
2 comments:
It looks like a little teapot solar system. It makes me want to take only little, tiny sips lest I inhale a teapot civilization.
I'm smaller than a grain of sand, coo coo cacho.
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