I love the utterly ridiculous chandelier in my parents' dining room. Not only is the ceiling way to low for such a pretentious item, but it is not centered in the room. Remember, I am slightly over five feet tall, and even I am at risk of beheading by that thing. I did really really love the chandelier as a kid, though. I thought it was extremely glamorous and I was impressed that it had flame-shaped light bulbs.Other notable features of the dining room: The cereal collection on the chair in the corner. Below that chair, barely visible, is my mom's bag of bags. It is a huge plastic bag that contains plastic bags of varying size. (I am not mocking the bag of bags. I actually have several of them in my own apartment. I don't know why, but I am obsessed with finding just the exact size for an object when I need a bag. It drives me crazy to use a bag that is unnecessarily large.)
The china hutch next to the Chair of Cereal contains real china. I've also always loved their pattern. It's just classy and simple. (One wonders what it is doing at our house...) Oh, but it also contains a plastic plate my sister made as a kid. Plus lots of random glassware and hideous crystal candy dishes that my Bubbe foisted upon us. (With more to come, as she is soon moving and cleaning house. Oy vey.) Also, the top of the china hutch is stocked with office supplies and what appears to be some sort of paper bug crawling up the wall. I have no idea what the fuck that is.
The buffet is chock full of papers and gym shoes, like all buffets. No need to say more. And, folks, is the dining room at my folks house. Soon we shall visit the kitchen, a tiny preview of the wallpaper can be obtained from this picture by looking past the very bright blue folding door. (Cue scary music.)
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As an aside, the hat I am wearing in this picture is my third scary bear hat, although the ears are hidden by the chandelier. (The first died a sad death, the second was lost.) I am most displeased to report that I lost my third scary bear hat last Tuesday. It was last seen tied around my neck. When I got off the subway and reached back to put it on, there was nothing there. If you know any place to get Scary Bear Hat the 4th, I will gladly take any guidance.
I think my parents had that same chandelier. It was in the room I called "the Elvis room."
ReplyDeleteIt had gold shag carpeting, dark wook paneling, and the chandelier was hung over a large octagonal table with gilded edges.
Hey-- what did your mom say when she found out the name of your blog?
I always wanted a chandelier, but alas and alack, I have never had one. I was going to say it's because our ceilings were too low, but that can't be the reason.
ReplyDeleteMy mom didn't really say anything when she fund out the name of my blog. Maybe she sighed. She expects these things from me, as does my dad, who is a silent CUSS reader. I guess you can say they are resigned to my nuttiness.
ReplyDeletei have 2 different bags of bags in my apartment, one is for plastic grocery bags to be used as garbage bags. the other is of bigger shopping bags, most of which end up holding the recycling or other random shit... i do need a good cereal collection though.
ReplyDeleteI don't have any scary Bear hats, but I do have 2 more old lady hats that didn't sell on ebay. You already got the coolest one though.
ReplyDeleteNow I see where the zaniness comes from.
ReplyDeleteAhhh...but is there a collection of margarine tubs, old peanut butter jars and microwave dinner plates in the kitchen? These would be just next to the drawer containing the used bread bags that have been lovingly washed out and rolled so they can be used after large holiday meals.
ReplyDeleteGordo, I did sigh and say,"Oh,Suzanne!" with an exasperated inflection.
ReplyDeleteoops "anonymous" is Suzanne's mom.
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