Patience

Secondhand shopping is often a lesson in patience--and conversely providence.  Sometimes, you are gifted with something you didn't even know you needed (desired!), while other times you have a specific need and you have to wait almost forever to fulfill it.

Moving from Indiana, several treasured items were jettisoned.  It wasn't that I loved them less, but simply that their appropriateness for life as it is now being lived no longer matched.  My faux bamboo china cabinet and bar were amazing, but so large and heavy it seemed better to find a new local home for them.  Likewise, the bedroom set originally purchased in Kansas (tall boy, long dresser and nightstand) were still in alright condition, but it was quite possible their delicate legs wouldn't make another move.  So again, a local happy home was located.  But, I have been living dresser-less--for almost a year--waiting to find that next perfect one.  Luckily, my closet it large and well-organized, with lots of shelves and places to put small baskets for socks, etc.  That is all behind me now, as the new dresser has been found!  With a single matching nightstand.  Both have clean and classic mid-century lines and are from Drexel, so you know they are well made.  They have white porcelain pulls which, with the simple design, are like pearls with a simple black dress: just the right about of pop.

Of course, this wonderful (life-changing!) find only made me hungry for more!  After meeting some friends for brunch, I popped into Dress Up's to see what they might have.  It was warm.  Very warm since they have no HVAC!  But, breezing through the store quickly yielded a couple of treasures at deep discounts:


A lovely little white and gold dish from Georges Briard.  It looks perfect on the new dresser.


Three, black lotus bowls.  Now reader, you know how I am about my little lotus bowls!  I can pass up a white one faster than you can say 'fried rice,' but I cannot resist a colored one.  I just won't make myself.  With another little yellow one picked up by M a month or so ago, I think that brings the total to twenty-five.  I think.  It's sad, because most of my lovelies are still packed away.  There is some room in the cupboards, but without a giant china cabinet or other display, it's easier just to leave them in boxes.  Likewise, I'm still searching for a bar to show off (and use!) all of my fantastic bar ware.  Don't worry, when I'm missing them I get a box of tissue out and scroll through some old post on MTSS. 


As a bonus, I found a note behind the drawer of the nightstand, a dream written quickly and ripped from a spiral notebook:

"I dreamed Allen came back to Midland and came over.  We talked for a few minutes and then he took my hand and said something like, 'come on, let's go--I wanna catch up on what I have been missing.'  I said, 'Allen, I haven't done anything like that since you left.' He said, 'I know (in that weird voice.)' I asked somebody--Nancy probably, what she thought about it.  She said I shouldn't put with it--I should tell him to go to hell.  By the way, he looked just like he used to."

Spooooky...

MTSS Mythology: Peace Maker

In the first world, the world called shat-a-quay, there was much light. The elders said the ancient ones told of how this first world, this shat-a-quay, was pink and green and filled with light. But there was war. An ancient war between the cats and the birds that waged ceaselessly.

The cats ran wild, up and down and all over the world. They had a freedom and a stealth that allowed them to do as they pleased. And how they hated the birds and envied them their secret palace called ave-ee-air-ee. "One day, a great clawed avenger will appear and we will win the war," they growled to one another, cleaning claw and cleaning paw. "A great clawed avenger," they all hissed together.

The birds flew high and above, lighting on this place or that place to find peace in their ancient way. "One day," they whistled to each other on the wind, "a great winged avenger will come and we will win the war." And how they hated the cats envied their freedom and their stealth.

But the war raged on, never ending. The cats would gain ground, fighting back the birds and taking a nest of little eggs here and there. Then the birds would win for a while, pecking the cats upon the head until the were driven slowly insane, more insane than they were. There was never a winner, never a loser. Just more of the same war and the same growling and the same whistling.

Then one morning, as the birds set upon a branch whistling to each other, they heard a strange rustling through the tree. Too loud and awkward to be a cat, they turned with curiosity to see a young woman with eyes as big as dinner plates and hair as golden yellow as the sun emerge, flowers in hand. She looked from one to the other, eye to eye, and then spoke quietly, "I am the one of legend, the avenger who was predicted. I avenge your foolish pride and your stupid war by bringing the peace." The birds stopped whispering and stood perfectly still listening to every word she spoke to them. "I am the peace maker, the love bringer...." she sang over and over again as she disappeared back into the woods. The birds did not know what to think or what to whisper to one another. They just looked, one to another with astonishment.

Later that same day, as the cats sat cleaning their claws and growling to one another on the floor of the first world, in that place called stat-a-quay, they heard a rustling. Looking up and expecting to be pecked upon the heads by the birds, they saw nothing. But as they returned to their claw cleaning and their gruff growling, a figure emerged from the woods. She had on a dress as blue as the sky and danced towards them in perfect pirouette with little white toe shoes gleaming in the sun. They stared, mouths agape and tongues akimbo. "I am the one of legend, the avenger who was predicted. I avenge your silly war and your fighting ways by bringing the peace." The cats could not respond. "I am the peace maker, the love bringer...." she sang over and over again as she danced back into the woods.

That evening, the queen of the birds, the most beautiful of them all of them with green and yellow feathers, found herself alone in the woods and landed in a clearing where she would normally have felt much fear. But she felt none. "I feel no fear of those cats," she whistled to herself.

At the same moment, the queen of the cats, the most elegant of them all with fur of the purest white, emerged on the other side of the clearing and spying the queen of the birds, purred to herself, "I feel no fear of those birds."

At the same moment they heard the song from earlier, "I am the peace maker....I am the love bringer....I am the peace maker..." and turned to see the young girl dancing into the center of the clearing. She came to a full stop, extended flowers to each of them and spoke in a voice filled to the brim with finality, "I am the peace maker. I am the love bringer. I am Heidi-Anna."

And so it was that peace came to the first world, the place called shat-a-quay and the war between the cats and the birds was no more.