Captain’s Log 5,735
I got a wild hair yesterday morning and decided to rearranging my living room. Which meant rearranging my guest room too because I brought the barber chair back out into the living room. Why do I do such things? Why? Because I have a tendency to be impulsive at times. Not overly so. I am not impulsive about skydiving, eating goats, or anything like that, but I AM impulsive when it comes to artistic or stylistic change.
And shoes. Most definitely shoes.
So here is the Barber Chair with Buddha Zen Corner complete with orchid and translucent skeleton lights hanging in the window…….and two Steampunk top hats gracing the ends of the drapery rods (which you cannot see). That’s how I decorate. If I like something, it goes where I like to enjoy it.
I want my house to convey a sense of fun. Shave and haircut, two bits!
I have always liked to hang things from rods and hooks in the ceiling. Anything but plants. I don’t like traditional decorating at all. I have a wreath of rubber flip flops hanging on the wall by the piano, fer crissakes! It’s a summer wreath for the door, so it will go back up when that season comes around again. But for now, it’s a festive wall hanging. Because I said so.
Where on earth did I find that barber chair? At an abandoned naval training center building that used to house a barber shop and a bowling alley (and had been transformed into a lovely church where I was working at the time). It was sitting in a hallway with a bunch of junk waiting to be discarded. In a really impulsive moment, I grabbed it and dragged it into my office. It lived there for a few years until it was time to move the church to a new location. I paid some of my super strong male friends $10 apiece to move it to my house. It’s not a fancy barber chair, but it is something fun and unique. And I love it.
It’s back to the basics of work again. The big park-wide holiday festival hits this coming Friday and Saturday, and that is always an enormous pain in the ass. There is a midway set up right in front of the museum. It’s gross and certainly not in keeping with holiday spirit and tradition at all.
Cheap shit carnival rides from Florida. Everyone’s holiday dream.
So off I go to conquer the challenges of this week. The carnies move into the area on Wednesday afternoon. They are a bit like gypsies. I will admit I keep a respectful distance.
Friendly man waiting to take your money.
Let the games begin!