And now what I know you've all been waiting for: An update on the bathroom project.
The drywall is in and now the "tape-ers" have taken over.
The before picture:
And now:
The toilet is mostly out of sight!
I know, in the Age of Ebola, ISIS, and Marjorie Dannenfelser (see below), this is not a very big deal, but I'm very happy about this transformation, 30 years overdue. And there are SEVEN NEW DRAWERS for fabric stacked in the basement.
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Yesterday, when I flipped open the latest issue of The New Yorker yesterday and found this photograph, I thought, Whoa!
Does anyone else think this woman looks scary? Her name is Marjorie Dannenfelser, and she's the president of the Susan B. Anthony List. Sounds feminist, right?
"Oh, good, she's on our side!" I thought.
But, no. The sole aim of the Susan B. Anthony List is to abolish abortions; the group funnels money to anti-abortion candidates. If you're a person who believes in reproductive choice for women, she's as scary as they come--clever, glib, and passionate about her cause, a one-issue gal.
"We can't have a Democratic majority in the House or the Senate right now," she said. "If we're close, I can't in good conscience, for the cause of life, support even a great pro-life Democrat."
The article's called, "The Intensity Gap," and, boy, can you see it in her face.
And why "Susan B. Anthony?" Because in 1869, Anthony decried, "the horrible crime of child-murder...Guilty? Yes, no matter what the motive, love of ease, or a desire to save from suffering the unborn innocent, the woman is awfully guilty who commits the deed."
You can read the article here and see how the quote was taken way out of context by the S.B. Anthony List. Hey, I was taken in. How many others?
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On Sunday, I was feeling so housebound from being sick for two weeks that I has to get out of the house, away from remodeling detritus/chaos, all of it.
So, we drove over to San Francisco to see a new show at the Legion of Honor, "Houghton Hall: Portrait of an English Country House."
Go, if you're an Anglophile like me. Don't go, if you are driven mad by the gap between the rich and the poor and can't be seduced for an hour by paintings, china, furniture, tapestries, and other what-nots collected by the family of the Marquess of Cholmondeley.
Houghton Hall, Norfolk. Built in the 1720's for Sir Robert Walpole, Britain's first prime minister.
The Cabinet Room (the remarkably small bed is in the show)
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The Marble Parlour (some of the furniture is in the show)
The Saloon in Houghton Hall
Portrait of Sybil, Countess Rocksavage (Later Marchioness of Cholmondeley), John Singer Sargent, 1913. She used funds from her family, the Sassoons, to restore the house.
They're even selling English tea towels in the gift shop! Bought one, of course. But the high point of the day was lunch: a hotdog and champagne.
Had to come home and take a nap
The Houghton Hall show is up through January 18, 2005. Hard-core Anglophiles can even have an English tea in the cafe.
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