The Greek Island part was easy. The floors were in terrible condition so we called in my super to give them a coat of deck paint to match the stark white walls. The aqua ceiling was a sweet contrast. I got a sofa from a neighbor who was moving; and I already owned the glass-top table. We were eclectic before it had a name! I couldn’t’ find the pictures of the brass bed. But all-in-all it was picture-book perfect. The only problem was that I’d never noticed the chimney outside my terrace doors and windows that would blow #5 charcoaly dust across my pure white floors. It was like a black and white version of Lawrence of Arabia to watch the shifting sands on a windy day.
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May 18th, 2010 at 7:28 pm
Thank you for a very clear and helpful post. I am definitely a violator of many of these rules. I often find myself conflicted when writing a blog post because I see myself writing more than people want to read, but I feel that I have to do the subject matter justice by thoroughly covering it. I feel that by following some of these rules I end up cutting out important aspects to the discussion. I guess you have to find a balance.
June 16th, 2010 at 11:45 pm
I’m a natural editor. It’s not so much a matter of length as extraneous words. I live the same way: in a small apartment and anything I’m not using or wearing that week gets tossed. The man I live with says he knows he has to keep moving. Was that extraneous?