Also?

I don't like oak. So if you're ever going to surprise me with a home makeover? No oak. Don't like the grain.

So, to review:

NO 70s DESIGN. I hated it then, I still hate it. No orange and blue and brown, no pink and brown, no lime and goldenrod. Ugh. Shudder.

I like orange if it's used in an Asian-inspired kind of theme, but otherwise, not so much.

Art Nouveau is my absolute favourite period for architecture and interior design. Hands down.

Organic. Stone in irregular shapes. Wood. Water. Flowers. Scents. Yes, indoors.


Sigh. I really need to live in Peter Jackson's vision of Rivendell. Or a cottage out of Sense & Sensibility, where I could tie bunches of herbs and flowers to the low rafters before the fireplace.

Yeah. I so need to get out of Eastwick.

Shrug.

Spent two and a half hours chatting on the phone with J. Very, very funny guy. No meeting for coffee here: it'll be cheesesteaks at Jim's. He's threatened to ply me with a three-litre Pepsi to see if I can actually burp in public. I told him I don't do that on the first date. He's got a decent job. He can spell.

Cons? He's been separated for about a year. He has custody of his 18-month-old son. (I have no problems with kids, but a baby is, rightly, a parent's first priority.) The ex lives with her boyfriend, but spends time at the house often to take care of the baby. Her very ill-tempered cat-- which he doesn't much like-- lives there, and he's threatened to send it to a shelter. Not sure how serious he is about that, but....

I'm pretty sanguine at this point. Que sera, sera. I'm more excited tonight that a customer I'd thought in the "fucked right off" pile told me tonight she's sending a check for the full amount of her corset. Oh, thank G-d. Starting the new year off with an overdrawn bank account does not a happy corsetiere make.

Tomorrow, it's off to Aunt Grace's to help her pack for her impending move. Between the fact that she's almost 80, the Kepra for her seizures (or Depakote, or whatever it is this week) making her tired and dizzy, and just the general work involved in a move for ANYONE, the next few weeks will be fun. Especially since I'm doing a show ten days before. Woo.

My new favourite curse:

"May you burn in a roasty firepit of Hell."

Hrm.

Who's talking about me on RenaissanceFestival.com, and why can't I find the link in raw stats log?