American Shield Back Victorian Settee, Eclectic, Ca. Mid-19th Century, before conservation.
Real men upholsterers spit tacks.
After all these years, it still creeps me
out a bit — I see his cheeks bulge a
specific way while he is having a
conversation with me and I’ll peer at
him as if he is under a microscope,
“Do you have tacks in your cheek?”
“Yup.”
And I repeat myself as wives
(and husbands and partners)
do when they stick around a long time,
“Aren’t you afraid you will choke on a tack?”
(Truth is I’m afraid he will choke on a tack.)
hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . .
artist writer photographer. . .
cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . .
buddhist and interested in the study of spiritual traditions. . .
foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep