Revising Woolf
Virgina Woolf once wrote that in order for a woman to write (or was it to be happy -??) that she needed money and a room of her own. I am going to offer a revision, in order for a woman to exist, she needs a
bathroom of her own. For the past week or so, my bathroom has been sacrificed for a higher good, or that of my parent's massive bedroom makeover. Glad to report that the furniture delivery went smoothly this afternoon and with that, my father was finally able to rid my bathroom of the paint cans, trays, and large wooden bench that has made my bathroom unenterable for the past seven days. I am so relieved to have it back. I like to think of myself as a low-maintenance girl with a soaps, lotions, and potions addicition -- not having my shower, a wide variety of shampoos and cleansers, well, it's been very hard for me. I don't think my demands on life are too excessive, but I can tell you right now, I want the fanciest bathroom money can buy - a lit vanity, big mirror, a bathtub with lion's feet, italian marble flooring, great light, and PLENTY of storage space. Since this is a dream bathroom, let's add a handsome sound system and cream colored egyptian cotton towels that always smell like they were dried in the sunshine. In the meantime, I'll stick to my tub and shower, small window, one measely closet and two-drawer deal with lilac paint (not my choice) on the second floor of our house - it does have a great big gigantic mirror and a lovely, spacious countertop - but it is for the time being, mine alone. So much for a Bose system, it does have a cd-player.
I think I've drooped to a frightening new low tonight - the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show - after a down right kick ass episode of American Idol. Criticism suspended for the time being, tonight was a cure-all for the sophomore season blues. Tonight's group brought some serious contenders. My mother and I were really torn, but we cast our 25 votes or so for contestants 1 and 7 - or "Poindexter" and the "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" lawyer-girl singer. It was a really strong group tonight and the program lived up to last year's standard. Bravo, Fox. I think I am going to leave the house tomorrow or do something productive - as I've hit a new, somewhat troubling, record: this is the longest I've gone without leaving the house and not wanting to leave the house. I haven't even been to Starbucks and I don't have any misgivings about my recent agoraphobia, I am happy doing (nothing) what I've been doing - like watching HBO, IFC, and Bravo and cooking dinner. I will call tomorrow to see what's brewing with my substituting (as making money is high on the priority list) and fingers still crossed for my now Thursday curatorial suckup session in Hartford. The man I am meeting with is very nice on email so I think it'll be a good meeting - and I need a reason to get presentable. Since I've graduated I've adopted an official new dress code - pajamas or when I'm feelin' fancy, the same pair of jeans for the last four days. Well, everyone prepped me for this - it's amazing how quickly you can slow down when the pressure is lifted.
posted by lmjasinski at 10:24 PM
