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Come into My Parlour said the Spider to the Fly


Parlor (Photo credit: Photomatt28)

The front parlour is an old-fashioned idea, hence my spelling of it.  It was usually a sitting room, right off the main entrance of the house.  It showcased the best furniture that the family owned, the children rarely were allowed to enter, and as the age of technology made its mark on our lives, the television was not permitted in the front parlour.

Even families of modest means attempted to keep up with the parlour tradition.  You were permitted to listen to music in the parlour, or read a book.  Guests were brought into the prized room to sit and chat.  Once in a while you would serve coffee, tea, or if they were really lucky, some sweet liquor. (Think Downton Abbey).

In the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries the front parlour was a status symbol.  Your works of art might be displayed there, or perhaps, if you were comfortably situated financially, you might have some musicians entertain with chamber music.

When immigrants arrived in the United States they brought with them the tradition of the front parlour.  Although when money was tight the front parlour became the only parlour.

I remember my Grandmother calling our only living room, which eventually had a television in it, (another status symbol at one time), the parlour.  In that city apartment you could use the center room as the parlour or the dining room.  She chose to make it her sitting room.  The overstuffed maroon and grey couch and chair was called the parlour set.  Naturally she had slip covers made to protect the brushed velvet fabric.  No one ever saw how pretty it really was until the springs finally gave way and the furniture sat at the curb, uncovered, fabric almost brand new.  Everyone on the block saw what a beautiful set we were throwing out

Sometime during the twenieth century the parlour went the way of the dodo bird.  Life became more casual and status symbols moved outside the home to what kind of car you drove, watch you wore, or brand of liquor you drank.  There was rarely a room in your home designated for just one kind of activity.  Children were heard more than they were seen, as music blared from all rooms.  Perhaps not such a bad thing.

Last night, I had a revelation which I wish to share.  Jim and I were watching TV in the den.  Our den has a sectional, chair, computer, fireplace, and of course a television.  At some point I was sick of sitting there having the TV blaring out at me.  Granted all the new shows were being aired, and I wanted to see them, but I suddenly felt brain-dead.  I picked up a book, trudged down the hall, and went into the living room.

After a short time I looked at my surroundings, as I don’t sit in there often.  It probably gets dusted and vacuumed more than used. The room in question is right off the center hall to the right of the front door.  It contains books, liquor, music and the best furniture we own.  There is art work gracing the walls, and mood lighting.  I HAVE A PARLOUR.

So if you come to visit  – Come into my parlour, said I to the fly!

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Posted by on September 27, 2012 in Uncategorized


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I knew some of Nikola Tesla and his genius, but had no idea how far reaching this man was. Apart from his inventions and wisdom his take on women was dead on. I am pleased to reblog Romancing the Bee by Deborah DeLong regarding this man.

Romancing the Bee

Nikola Tesla was a true genius: Not only did he invent that coil and alternating-current electricity (which you’re probably using right now to read this), but he also researched death rays, time-travel, and peering at memories stored inside the human brain.

He also propounded a fascinating theory that women would become the rulers of the future like “Queen Bees”.

Tesla worked for Thomas Edison and was promised a huge bonus if he redesigned his electric motors and generators. He did so, and gave Edison several patents as an employee, but Edison never paid out. Tesla quit and developed the more efficient “alternating current” that opposed Edison’s “direct current” and eventually became the standard electrical current that we still use today.

He was one of the first people to work with x-rays, and he invented an “X-Ray Gun” that you could use to fire x-ray beams at someone with, and…

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Posted by on September 18, 2012 in Uncategorized


The Crimson King

English: Red Maple showing fall foliage

English: Red Maple showing fall foliage (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

It was early Spring about forty something years ago, the kids were little, the house was new, and the only landscaping on the property was several huge Oak trees.  These were remnants of the woods that had been cleared to build our new house.

We went to Elwood Nursery and loaded the car with some evergreens, azaleas, rhododendrons, arborvitae.  A new house, three children and one salary, needless to say, money was tight.  There was a limit to how much we could spend in one weekend. However, while at the nursery I spied a red maple.  What a perfect complement to the giant oak trees that were already home on the front lawn.

Truthfully, the one I fell in love with was way out of the budget.  The tree we could actually afford was about six feet tall and broom stick thick.  It was so thin that it appeared two dimensional.  I checked the tag, the specimen was called Crimson King, price tag, thirty-nine dollars.  Perfect.  We had the kids sit on each other’s laps (this was in the days before seat belts), took the tiny bushes out of the trunk, moved them alongside the kids, and stuffed the King with its ball of dirt into the trunk of the Pontiac Catalina.

Once home we danced the bushes around and then it was time to plant our new tree.  It took a while but we found the ideal spot, nursed it along, and allowed time and life to do its thing.  Fast forward forty something years.

Our children are grown with homes and landscaping of their own.  Of course, the majestic Oaks are still on their century duty, albeit over the years we have thinned the herd.  And the Crimson King —— well today we cut down that red maple.  Over the years it grew well.  A huge tree, towering up and out. It soaked up our love and affection and marked the decades of this life.  It grew bigger and bigger.  So big that it was hitting the house, casting dense shadows on the lawn so that grass no longer grew, and wrapped itself around wires.

It wasn’t an easy decision, I really did love that tree, but a necessary one. It no longer enhanced our home but created shadows and moss.   Now our property is opened up to the sky.  Removal of the tree allowed in the sun.  Perhaps its a metaphor for my life.  Time to rid myself of all those things that are crowding out the ability to breath freely and grow.  Cast away possessions and habits that keep me rooted in out dated ideas.  Its time to let in the sun.

Goodbye Crimson King, hello future.

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Posted by on September 17, 2012 in Uncategorized


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Parmesan Crusted Chicken

Parmesan Crusted Chicken.

Had to drop this here.  It’s quick and really good.  Give it a try!

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Posted by on September 16, 2012 in Uncategorized


That’s All it Takes to Be Me.

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What is the secret of a Mani/Pedi?  Doesn’t matter what your mood when you enter a nail salon you are always uplifted on the way out.  Whether it’s just a change of color, no color, french, or fill in with followup pedicure, you exit feeling beautiful and renewed.

I always get color because color makes me happy.  Irrelevant what the time of the year, or the weather, it’s always a vacation day after that trip to the salon.  Afterall, would I chance chipping my new manicure with mundane chores?  No, no, no, a thousand times NO.

My nail place is owned and operated by Chinese/Americans,John and Judy.  They have three or four workers and all, including John and Judy, speak english to varying degrees.  That doesn’t stop us from having lengthy conversations about fashion, family, health, politics, or even books.  I can’t imagine myself going to a foreign country with little or no knowledge of the language, starting a business, and interacting with customers on a variety of subjects.  It takes a certain amount of courage to do so.  I really admire them.  It is a visit going to the shop.

When I begin frequenting a hair or nail salon I become a loyal customer and even have a sense of guilt should I have a touch-up when away on vacation.  This may sound silly, over the top to some, but these business people, I see several times over the course of the year, become friends.

I knew when John and Judy’s mother visited from China and stayed for a time.  Judy told me that after a few months the elder woman couldn’t wait to go home.  She had lived in central China all her life and missed her friends, other family, and her culture.  Judy was sorry to see her leave.  After all, Mom had the house cleaned and dinner all prepared when Judy returned home from the long day at the nail salon.

As for my beauty salon, Richie, the owner and my stylist and I, talk mostly sports.  If one cares to know me at all they know I am an avid sports fan. I love all the Yankee memorabilia that he has strewn about the shop.  Since he is born and raised in America, there is no language barrier.  We agree or disagree with no fear of misunderstanding.  I know about his family and son, and their relationship.  He is a proud father.  In turn he knows about my family, and when I am up or down. We all have those blue mood times.  Just like the nail salon, I leave Richie with wings on my feet and a bounce in my curls, feeling pleased and pampered.

So while I experience all the hills and valleys of most, over the years I’ve learned if I want a quick fix, I go to Richie for a hair cut, or John and Judy for a Mani/Pedi.  For the small price of each of these I get to be beautiful, visit with great friends, and experience a drug free mood enhancer!  In case you ever wondered, that’s all it takes to be me.

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Posted by on September 6, 2012 in Uncategorized


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