November 21, 2004
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I wasn’t gonna do this until I calmed down a little, about my daughter, and had the 50,000 words done. But then I saw people slandering my favorite book and had to speak up.
Actually, I want to write a couple things so that I remember them clearly.
I went to the house I just sold and knocked on the door. I needed to be with my plants and I knew she wouldn’t care. I’d just left this shrink’s office, who I don’t like but maybe my daughter will, if I can get her to go. Anyway, B was very kind and insisted I come in after walking through the gardens.
I was blown away when I walked in. She completely transformed my former space. Where my grand piano was, her desk is. We are talking headquarter central and made of glass. Behind, on both walls are her huge paintings, very intense colors, as is the oriental carpet she’s centered in the middle of the room. A huge fica tree stands next to the French doors, bringing the outside in.
The den is now her studio. Wall to wall cabinents with art stuff and a big easle in the middle.
The kitchen looks exactly like my kitchen here will look when I get done. Same exact colors.
I told her that it was worth every penny it cost me to wait for her. I had to wait five months for her to find it. The woman is a painter, a writer, and a healer. She came from L.A. where she had been hand-watering an acre of English garden. I think I like her.
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Sounds incredible-! At Halloween once, with my daughter, we went to a condo I used to own, it was in a renovated Victorian House, a nice little place, and the newest owner invited us in. She had stripped the taupe rug and put hardwood throughout (1 1/2 bedroom) and she had antique pieces here and there, and had taken all the doors off all the closets and put antique cupoards in – it was an amazing transformation and I loved it! What a treat it can be to go to an old home, where you did some real hard living, and see it anew!
I didn’t see who bought my place. But I am sure she is ok.
I had a tenant really mash it up so I had to sell it as I am in the Caribbean and the flat is in London. My brother got it done up for the estate agents. He had the walls painted white (they were roughly hand sponged), the Italian lighting removed and some fashionable little chandeliers installed and wall-to-wall carpeting, a big job, it was a big flat, acres of beige covering my honey pine floors dating from 1854. One of the first queries from the lady who bought it was was I allowed to have polished wood floors. Yay! (My brother lives in extreme luxury in suburbia).