I saw the ottoman sitting on the sidewalk. The garage sale was over and apparently nobody in the upscale neighborhood wanted the ratty navy blue double-wide storage foot stool. It even had rollers on the bottom! The Salvation Army would pick it up tomorrow. She said yes, I could have it.
So I trundled through the glare and heat that assaulted me from above and below, back to my place. I did the origami thing with the , and hustled back to load my cargo. It was mine, and it was free. I had a grand sense of serendipity even though I had lost about a liter of sweat obtaining the thing.
History: I have a comfy armchair that I bought a long time ago which I have since put a white twill slipcover on. When I sit in it, I feel like I am definitely me. It is my chair, and I am regina in situ when I have implanted myself in it. I always wanted an ottoman to go with it, but you know, other things came first.
This one was butt ugly, no doubt about it. The serendipity continued hurtling towards me, however. A fabric store was going out of business, and I nabbed five yards of white twill for a blink of an eye. The serendipity ended there. I paid Manny mucho dinero to upholster the incredibly large object of my delight.
Hang on! Don’t leave thinking this is taking too long for me to get anywhere. My good man, pour my reader here another one. I should have had patience to find someone who did slipcovering, not just upholstery. For you incognoscenti, that means removable covers, which I could've washed. I mean, I chose white, right?
Now I am in my new little home. My armchair has returned to me. The ottoman. Hmm. It is VERY large. I have arranged and rearranged my belongings, attempting to create a good looking composition. I want the feng and the shui in order. For now, that means in the middle.
Here is what the ottoman says about me. I am optimistic. I am opportunistic. I do not look way down the road before I take a step. I have room for four to six bottoms on the ottoman at the delightful housewarming party I will have in a couple of months. I should go make some friends who might want to come over. I like people around. See, I can learn to think ahead.
OK. The point is, well, a couple of points:
1.Some people say you reveal yourself most when you’re naked. I’d like to posit that you also say a great deal when you choose how to clothe yourself or furnish your surroundings. You are displaying choices. You have paid money, not just lip service, to demonstrate who you are to others.
HTSecond, possessions aren’t what’s really important, I know. This past year of living without them has taught me that you don’t need a single thing to sustain life. Your friends and family travel with you everywhere. Your old stuff welcomes you home though.
he The rocks I have collected all my life will go on a bottom shelf, along with my grandmother’s basket of obsidian, and the jars of rocks collected by my great grandmother. It’s genetic, this Western gravitation toward hard nature.
Arrayed out on the deck are the stone sculptures I chiseled, smoothed, scrubbed with diamond sponges, then sanded and polished with five different grits of sand paper. My labor and my love embodied. They are watched over by the two terracotta lions that guarded my mother’s door in London. I have arranged these garden elements on the five- by -eight balcony, and I have my miniature sculpture garden.
I inhale my scent when I spritz my favorite perfume on my wrist. Box after box of crazy beautiful shoes emerge reminding me of occasions which required specific footwear. The bentwood rocker has never really fit into any of my houses, but it’s here so that someday I will have just the seat in which to rock a slumbering grandchild. My books, books, books will amuse me all winter when we cozy up under the blankets, just like we have always done.
Oh, the WHITE business – I invited my first guest over for the very first dinner I cooked. After dinner we sat on the chairs and my guest put dirty feet on the white ottoman. It has been officially broken in, I guess. I didn't mind because it was nice sharing a meal with someone.
Please drop by to sit on my ottoman, or put your feet up. You can bring friends too. I’m looking forward to having company in my own place.