Last night's The Clean House a play by Sarah Ruhl was wonderful . It's about order and chaos and the need to have both in your life. There is a wonderful line where Ana is dying of cancer and she talks about not wanting a relationship woith her disease. he knows she has to have a relationship with death but she refuses to have a relationship with disease.
and for the first time in over year I wore stockings and high heels- thigh highs but before the first act began I could feel them creeping down my legs so I asked at the box office if they had some rubber bands abd the fat oneos they gave me were perfect for keeping the lace topped stocking up for the remainder of the evening. I mean NO WAY am I ever going to wear pantyhose again. so I might invest in some fancy black lacey garters or a garter belt. Jim would like that too. panty hose are among the least sexy and least healthy gaments on earth.
Yesterday Jim chopped firwood as long as it wasn't raining and I scotchguarded the placemats and table runners I finished. Now I will make another white cotton nightgown- this time with a leafy lace yoke. Oh and I caught the abster drinking from the bidet- how cute is that?
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