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R. Linda:
I wasn't far off in me estimation of what me new place looks like. Overall the word DARK comes to mind. Dark furniture, dark fabrics, dark curtains, dark wood floors, dark Oriental rugs, dark, dark, dark! Even the lights are on small wattage bulbs. I thought I was losing me eyesight when I first arrived (which was in the dead of night). I ran me hand over the wall and sure enough I found the light switch. I switched it on and stood there blinking. I switched it again to make sure I had turned it on in the first place. I had!
There are like 20 watt light bulbs in all the light sockets. I dragged me bags in and looked for another light. I went over to it, switched it on and you guessed it, dim!
I thought to meself to go out and buy light bulbs the next day. As it was, I was far too jet lagged to care. I felt me way to the bedroom. Same procedure, run me hand over the wall and felt for a switch. There it was and flip, flip, flip and still it was damn dark in there. I could just make out a kings sized bed with dark blood red coverlet, gold and wine red ruffles around the bottom and heavy matching drapes (closed of course), and heavy brass tacked furnishings. I shook me head and threw in me luggage.
I needed water because I was parched, so I carefully picked me way around the living room and found a door that led to the water closet. I stood there peering into the darkness. Should I feel for a switch plate? Why not, so I did and flip, flip, flip! Same thing and oh me God, the toilet, sink and tub were black marble. BLACK, dark black. The floor was a burgundy, so dark it looked black too. I didn't find it was burgundy until the next day when I took a flashlight to it. Black sheepskin rug in there and black towels with a red D on them. I was thinking I had landed in Dracula's castle.
I shook me head flipped off the light for all the good it did, and felt me way to the next room. That was a small office. Big heavy arsed desk that took up most of the space, dark flocked wallpaper and heavy brocade drapes, closed of course. I made me way to the next opening, marveling I hadn't tripped over anything. I was in luck, I located the kitchen. A sizable affair, with black granite countertops, black quartz double sink and black dishes. Even the flatware had black marble handles. The tiles were black and gold veined marble to match the black countertops and the floor, the tiles were the same. The whole freaking room was tiled from floor to ceiling. The light fixture was a baroque thing with black shades over the candle-like bulbs.
The next day I found there was a dining room as well. Same style of heavy furnishings, heavy dark drapes, massive dark Oriental rug, some scary paintings of old Russians from Czar Nicholas's days. By light of day it was still dark in there. I felt like I lived in a well appointed cave. I imagine sitting there eating by meself at the big dark mahogany table, candlelight flickering, as I awaited the Czarina to arrive with her entourage, or worse Rasputin to show up.
All I need is a big dark Russian wolfhound and I'd be all set. I have taken to wearing pastel clothing so I can find me! One thing I do not need is sunglasses.
Gabe
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R. Linda:
I wasn't far off in me estimation of what me new place looks like. Overall the word DARK comes to mind. Dark furniture, dark fabrics, dark curtains, dark wood floors, dark Oriental rugs, dark, dark, dark! Even the lights are on small wattage bulbs. I thought I was losing me eyesight when I first arrived (which was in the dead of night). I ran me hand over the wall and sure enough I found the light switch. I switched it on and stood there blinking. I switched it again to make sure I had turned it on in the first place. I had!
There are like 20 watt light bulbs in all the light sockets. I dragged me bags in and looked for another light. I went over to it, switched it on and you guessed it, dim!
I thought to meself to go out and buy light bulbs the next day. As it was, I was far too jet lagged to care. I felt me way to the bedroom. Same procedure, run me hand over the wall and felt for a switch. There it was and flip, flip, flip and still it was damn dark in there. I could just make out a kings sized bed with dark blood red coverlet, gold and wine red ruffles around the bottom and heavy matching drapes (closed of course), and heavy brass tacked furnishings. I shook me head and threw in me luggage.
I needed water because I was parched, so I carefully picked me way around the living room and found a door that led to the water closet. I stood there peering into the darkness. Should I feel for a switch plate? Why not, so I did and flip, flip, flip! Same thing and oh me God, the toilet, sink and tub were black marble. BLACK, dark black. The floor was a burgundy, so dark it looked black too. I didn't find it was burgundy until the next day when I took a flashlight to it. Black sheepskin rug in there and black towels with a red D on them. I was thinking I had landed in Dracula's castle.
I shook me head flipped off the light for all the good it did, and felt me way to the next room. That was a small office. Big heavy arsed desk that took up most of the space, dark flocked wallpaper and heavy brocade drapes, closed of course. I made me way to the next opening, marveling I hadn't tripped over anything. I was in luck, I located the kitchen. A sizable affair, with black granite countertops, black quartz double sink and black dishes. Even the flatware had black marble handles. The tiles were black and gold veined marble to match the black countertops and the floor, the tiles were the same. The whole freaking room was tiled from floor to ceiling. The light fixture was a baroque thing with black shades over the candle-like bulbs.
The next day I found there was a dining room as well. Same style of heavy furnishings, heavy dark drapes, massive dark Oriental rug, some scary paintings of old Russians from Czar Nicholas's days. By light of day it was still dark in there. I felt like I lived in a well appointed cave. I imagine sitting there eating by meself at the big dark mahogany table, candlelight flickering, as I awaited the Czarina to arrive with her entourage, or worse Rasputin to show up.
All I need is a big dark Russian wolfhound and I'd be all set. I have taken to wearing pastel clothing so I can find me! One thing I do not need is sunglasses.
Gabe
Copyright © 2004 All rights reserved
