Dating human beings in the summer: terrible idea. Who really thinks it’s a good plan to be canoodling with some 98.6 degree bag of skin, sopping wet with urea stinking perspiration welling from every pore?? Darlings, listen. Leave your hormones for humans at the front door, and run straight to your closet for romance! I… Continue reading Dating My Wardrobe: Blooming Romance at Sonnenberg Gardens and Mansion
Dating My Wardrobe: Space Poetics of Innisfree
I have to admit, I am a space snob. I break out into a cold sweat if I so much as glance at spotty window panes, with dusty Red Rose tea figurines lining the windowsills (watching me with glazed eyes!), or a muted room with popcorn ceilings, and diabolical fluorescent lights clinging to its pocked… Continue reading Dating My Wardrobe: Space Poetics of Innisfree
Dating My Wardrobe: Negotiating Space at Naumkeag
As I embark on a sartorial romance, dating my vintage wardrobe, I realize that the clothes on my back are the only real constant in my life. Every seven years, my very own body freakishly exists as a collection of completely new regenerated cells, and I certainly have changed my mind over the steady march… Continue reading Dating My Wardrobe: Negotiating Space at Naumkeag
Dating My Wardrobe: Interior Desires, Henry Davis Sleeper’s Beauport
Beauport, Sleeper-McCann House Sometimes love is forbidden. You have to contain it, house it in an interior world of desire and expectation, where only those who have been invited into the sanctum of the self get to see it. In my humble view, Henry Davis Sleeper’s gorgeous summer home, Beauport, located on the Eastern Point… Continue reading Dating My Wardrobe: Interior Desires, Henry Davis Sleeper’s Beauport
Dating My Wardrobe: Somewhere in Time on Mackinac Island
It’s July 2018, and I’m in love with my vintage wardrobe. Having given up on finding romance with human beings, I looked to my closet for love. Moths, broken hangers and all! Now, this may sound like a rather depressing thing to say. You may be thinking, how can a girl be so lovelorn that… Continue reading Dating My Wardrobe: Somewhere in Time on Mackinac Island
Dating My Wardrobe: “Lilac Time,” Montgomery Place in the Spring
Being dumped by someone who said that they would love you forever sucks. The occurrence makes you rethink the slippery word “forever,” and also the people who aren’t old-fashioned romantics, who relish the idea of growing decrepit and old together. Hey, monogamy isn’t for everyone, but don’t waste my time if you’re not captivated by… Continue reading Dating My Wardrobe: “Lilac Time,” Montgomery Place in the Spring
My Own Muse: Hot Date with Myself, No. 2, Blithewood Garden, Red Hook, NY.
After climbing out of the metaphorical blackened crevasse of an ugly break-up in June, I decided that it was high time that I surfaced for some sunshine. Don’t get me wrong, living as a troglodyte for one month had its benefits. I finished reading my collection of Regency-era romance novels, and binge-watched Korean dramas for… Continue reading My Own Muse: Hot Date with Myself, No. 2, Blithewood Garden, Red Hook, NY.