I am waiting for a buddy who I shall call the Creme de Cassis fairy (it’s a long story) to arrive so we can start our Friday night with cocktails and a nice dinner (and perhaps a midnight dip if we are drunk brave enough). Unfortunately she is later than the time she gave (by about half an hour and counting), so I am in need of something to do until she arrives…
Segue – It’s a pain when you are waiting for people and they are late and you don’t know when they will turn up – so you don’t know if you can start something significant (like another assault on the glossy stairs which will involve the scent of turpentine, a change of clothes and half an hour to clean up) or you only have time to apply another coat of lipgloss.
Not that I can really complain, being princesstachana of the perpetual never on time-ness. Pot meet kettle, and they are both black. Glossy black in fact.
And do you know how many coats of high gloss enamel it took to get that look? Alot.
And we’re back on track…
While waiting I dug out my 2006 holiday snaps to find these – on the way down from Sacre Coeur, through the streets of Monmartre, to the Moulin Rouge (the sacred and the profane in one expedition), the following window display caught my attention:
Is that a dollhouse I see before me?
And what is that at the top of the house? Could it be…an attic?
An attic or a garret?
It’s partly an attic full of junk and partly a messy studio for a painter – totally en pointe given Monmartre was one of the birthplaces of impressionism..or was it post-impressionism?
Anyhoo – Vincent Van Gogh and Toulouse-Lautrec tramped the mean streets of Monmartre, drinking absinthe and drawing dancers/cafes/absinthe drinkers and then drinking more absinthe.
So the starving artist’s attic (or garret) amused me.
It was one of the reasons why I decided do “do an attic conversion” in this house. Although my plan to keep junk furniture in it a la a “proper” attic was kind of shot out of the water when I purchased the billiard room set and instigated a major scarcity in the room economy.
Fortunately effective production measures (ie renovations) have been put in place to ensure demand is met and the room economy does not devolve into spiralling inflation followed by a recession the like of which we have not seen since before we had….
um…actually I don’t know what I should put here. What would have been the last room economy recessi0n?
Well the Creme de Cassis fairy is now apparently about 10 minutes away, so I think I might leave this schemozzle of a post and…umm…make a cocktail.
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