La Collectioneuse. I've started a new collection today. The first item is an ultra vintage, customized and polka-dot-rimmed teacup and saucer from the very traditional hotel I working at today. Interpreting can be more fun than shoplifting. But... Remember Winona!
The Web has been doing its brisk proliferation and information sharing thing just fine without me but as you probably know I have been absent. Reason? My apartment is being renovated with the inhabitants inside (2 women a girl and a hamster). Dust particulates flying everywhere, soiled leather scarpins de rigueur. It's going to be a full revamp. So far we've built a home theater in the living room, with the shelves decorated with lovely Ibiza-style tiles. Now I got plenty of room for the books that were being piled up literally on the floor for lack of space. Next, shelves, more shelves, in my bedroom this time. I also got dimmers installed in the living room and my fireplace painted white. Hmm, where is my digital camera? Does acrylic paint cathc fire? By the time the renovators reach the bathroom I will have collapsed with a nervous breakdown.
I've become a moronic decorette of sorts and all I can think about is wide plank floors, paint colors, wallpaper, teak furniture and bathtubs. I don't know what's wrong with me but now I obsess about pinho de riga (the most beautiful wood ever milled). I've also been doing my rounds on the Internet, trying unsucessfully to find door models from here yonder and yesteryear. Zilch.
Every free moment I have and there haven't been many with agencies from Singapore to Ribeirão Preto trying to bury my decorating mania under tons of words, anyhow, any free moment I have is spent contemplating the posh lamp stores that are too expensive to even dream of or the JAF junkyard looking for architectural ornaments and especially that ellusive antique door made with wood over 100 years old. ( I will settle for 80 years old).
It's all about the fetish of grand homes, I know. But a girl has got to have some fun after interpreting words such as bolus, teratogenic (no idea how to spell) and aguarrás (mineral spirits! I remembered that one! hooray)
São Paulo is freezing cold and humid tonight (translation 14C on the tropical thermometer). I would really love to light up the fireplace...I will keep the world posted if the acrylic paint catches fire.
Sidenote to my faithful readers: while I satisfy my monomania, could you please help me find the following Web object:
- Tu t'laisses aller MP3 - Charles Aznavour song featured in A Woman is a Woman
Minor obsessions still flourish...
The Web has been doing its brisk proliferation and information sharing thing just fine without me but as you probably know I have been absent. Reason? My apartment is being renovated with the inhabitants inside (2 women a girl and a hamster). Dust particulates flying everywhere, soiled leather scarpins de rigueur. It's going to be a full revamp. So far we've built a home theater in the living room, with the shelves decorated with lovely Ibiza-style tiles. Now I got plenty of room for the books that were being piled up literally on the floor for lack of space. Next, shelves, more shelves, in my bedroom this time. I also got dimmers installed in the living room and my fireplace painted white. Hmm, where is my digital camera? Does acrylic paint cathc fire? By the time the renovators reach the bathroom I will have collapsed with a nervous breakdown.
I've become a moronic decorette of sorts and all I can think about is wide plank floors, paint colors, wallpaper, teak furniture and bathtubs. I don't know what's wrong with me but now I obsess about pinho de riga (the most beautiful wood ever milled). I've also been doing my rounds on the Internet, trying unsucessfully to find door models from here yonder and yesteryear. Zilch.
Every free moment I have and there haven't been many with agencies from Singapore to Ribeirão Preto trying to bury my decorating mania under tons of words, anyhow, any free moment I have is spent contemplating the posh lamp stores that are too expensive to even dream of or the JAF junkyard looking for architectural ornaments and especially that ellusive antique door made with wood over 100 years old. ( I will settle for 80 years old).
It's all about the fetish of grand homes, I know. But a girl has got to have some fun after interpreting words such as bolus, teratogenic (no idea how to spell) and aguarrás (mineral spirits! I remembered that one! hooray)
São Paulo is freezing cold and humid tonight (translation 14C on the tropical thermometer). I would really love to light up the fireplace...I will keep the world posted if the acrylic paint catches fire.
Sidenote to my faithful readers: while I satisfy my monomania, could you please help me find the following Web object:
- Tu t'laisses aller MP3 - Charles Aznavour song featured in A Woman is a Woman
Minor obsessions still flourish...
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