Thursday, September 29, 2005
A Long Awaited Toy
I have finally given up and bought a new scanner/printer/copier, which, I daresay, will probably only be used, for the most part, by myself. There is only one reason that my husband would choose to use it, and that would be to print his resume for unappreciative employers. At least he can do it at home for a minimal fee rather than paying ten cents per copy at the local library.
The picture to the right is a drawing I made while in Egypt of the balcony door. It
was a beautiful summer day, and I was off work (being a teacher). The slightest breeze was coming in and the temperature was just right. I was feeling very contented, which for me is quite rare. The sofa in front of the window is a traditional "arabesque" design which is difficult to make properly and is expensive to buy in any country, but is the epitome of Middle Eastern design. I would love to decorate my home with a touch of that criss-crossed arabesque pattern if I could find someone who was capable of doing it...cheaply.
The apartment was made probably in the late sixties or early seventies when Egypt was at one of it's economical heights and nothing had been altered since that time, (because of the current economical lows), which, as you might imagine created various problems. Wiring was the major issue, and I always worried that we might electrocute ourselves trying to get the "lights back on". There wasn't much in the way of "normal" decor and I would have given my eye teeth for a store like "Anna's". I had to pay many, many pounds for a little fabric which I had to hand sew into curtains for that window. I chose a light blue satin which complemented the grey and gold of the "salon" furniture (which was far from comfortable). It was absolutely gorgeous until Pepita the "rat" decided they made great access to the dusty wooden valance above.
I will not go into detail about the "look" of the balcony beyond the doors, as that is part of the point of the drawing. Personally, I would like to imagine that beyond those doors is a beautiful beach, empty of all but sand and water and shells. No people, no garbage, no city. The question, then, that I shall pose for those who might like to answer, is: What do you see beyond those doors?
The picture to the right is a drawing I made while in Egypt of the balcony door. It
was a beautiful summer day, and I was off work (being a teacher). The slightest breeze was coming in and the temperature was just right. I was feeling very contented, which for me is quite rare. The sofa in front of the window is a traditional "arabesque" design which is difficult to make properly and is expensive to buy in any country, but is the epitome of Middle Eastern design. I would love to decorate my home with a touch of that criss-crossed arabesque pattern if I could find someone who was capable of doing it...cheaply.The apartment was made probably in the late sixties or early seventies when Egypt was at one of it's economical heights and nothing had been altered since that time, (because of the current economical lows), which, as you might imagine created various problems. Wiring was the major issue, and I always worried that we might electrocute ourselves trying to get the "lights back on". There wasn't much in the way of "normal" decor and I would have given my eye teeth for a store like "Anna's". I had to pay many, many pounds for a little fabric which I had to hand sew into curtains for that window. I chose a light blue satin which complemented the grey and gold of the "salon" furniture (which was far from comfortable). It was absolutely gorgeous until Pepita the "rat" decided they made great access to the dusty wooden valance above.
I will not go into detail about the "look" of the balcony beyond the doors, as that is part of the point of the drawing. Personally, I would like to imagine that beyond those doors is a beautiful beach, empty of all but sand and water and shells. No people, no garbage, no city. The question, then, that I shall pose for those who might like to answer, is: What do you see beyond those doors?
