There seems to be rumors of late that Seraph + Splendor have gone missing again or are perhaps simply derelict of duty regarding their blog posting responsibilities. Have you ever stopped to think that the closets here at Chintz of Darkness have finally exploded into a hostile and violent rebellion and have taken us hostage? Now not everyone’s closets are armed and dangerous but ours apparently are. We kid you not, dear readers, we have spent the last several weeks cleaning and organizing in an attempt to appease our wicked captors. (By the way, the hall closet seems to be the instigator of this uprising and will be harshly dealt with when we regain the upper hand…like that’s ever going to happened…at least it has untied us and is allowing us to use the internet again…)
The first lesson one learns about a Live / Work lifestyle is that rooms are rarely dedicated to one purpose and tend to shift like desert sand. There are times when we cannot see the sofa for days on end because it has become a rack for the product we produce. The dining room has been missing for years and we have been known to store bolts of fabric in the back shower along with a decade or so of tax paperwork and a set of heirloom china (the rational being “who needs formal china, when one cannot find the dining table?”) Our foyer (whose original purpose was apparently to just waste space in the original floor plan) has become our shipping and receiving department. It also contains an average of 23 bolts of fabric, a haunted dollhouse and a collection of antiques knives. The only visitors of late to our guest room have been several hundred pillow forms, which while quiet and well behaved tend to make the room smell like it is inhabited by a flock of flatulent ducks…
The room which if inhabited by normal people would be referred to as the Living Room is dominated by our 4’ x 8’ design table. This table is the heart and soul of our space, as most of the day’s activities revolve around it. It is a shrine to our hard work and an altar to our creativity. . Our sewing machines (there are three now) and ironing board hold a prominent place near the window, but intermingled with the tools of our profession are several Victorian parlor chairs, a hand carved mahogany game table and a half dozen lovely yet mismatched cabinets. Tucked into the opposite corner is our minuscule library which measures a petite and precise 40” x 54” and includes three hundred books, an ornate ottoman, a miniature cocktail table, some disturbing artwork and a dainty black clad slipper chair.
Gathered for your enjoyment are some images of exquisite clutter that we have collected over the years…tell us,how do you deal with the disorder in your lives, dear readers?
I saw Tiamtu, the watery deep
Yes, the ancient serpent of chaos
In all its horrid glory, raging relentlessly
(“Khabs Am Pekht” by Ofermod)