Let them eat wallpaper...

There is a reason that wallpaper has gone out of fashion... I recently took it upon myself to wallpaper the inside of a little french provincial china cabinet. It was perhaps not such a good idea to use a wallpaper with a 36 inch repeat with a HUGE botanical pattern. Needless to say it turned out quite lovely, however, there was a great deal of cussing etc.

I got the wallpaper from Miller paint, a remnant of a fabulous Brunswig and Fils for $10, marvelous! At any rate, I had the opportunity to touch De Gourney, hand-painted silk wallpaper that retails for $1000 per panel (not roll! A 36 inch panel...)

I priced Zuber paper, you know the stuff that got Jackie O in trouble in her redecoration of the White House . You would not even believe the price... Holy shit!

Sorry, had to dork out for a moment. Carry on...

My name is Zakk, and I am an addict...

I think I have a problem...

You see, I like to adopt stray furniture and home accessories. I find them laying about in the trash, at the Goodwill and on Craigslist.

It started with the delusions of a business some time ago. This has never really worked out, you see I have trouble letting go, I mean really, they are like little children, they might feel abandoned...

In the end, our house is rather fantastic, most of our furniture came via the trash or Craigslist. I have painted and polished, sewn and re-wired this place into a veritable frenzy of domesticity. From the $150 Chippendale sofa, to the collection of vintage furniture gleaned from a woman moving to Texas FREE, to our $250 6'3" grand piano. Really, who couldn't pass up prices like these?

I can't help it if one of my greatest joys in life is polishing vintage silver scored at the Goodwill! Who are you to judge me!

(Don't tell my wife, there are two vintage chandeliers hiding in the crawlspace... She doesn't need to know! They were free, jeeze...)

The pine bed frame in the back of the Volvo just needs a coat of paint! Don't touch that buffet, it just needs some TLC, come on ! I am recycling...

Don't worry, I am seeking help...

Vague and Nonsensical

It is interesting how seemingly un-connected people can be of great help. I recently called a person who had no need to return my call. This person is peripherally connected to Emillie's disappearance. His name came to me through a weird twist of fate and 35 dollars paid to the Florida State Department of Vital records.

His name and address was listed on a document, a quick web search and there was his phone number. It took a minute, but I called and left a message detailing the situation and trying to connect his name to my sister, I then hung up.

I did not expect to get a call back, after all, who am I to dredge up something painful from his past in an effort to shed some light on something painful in my present. Alas, at 3 this afternoon, he called. He connected some dots and asked for Emillie's picture. He, did not know her but said that he would be glad to help.

There were a few epiphanies, enlightening moments into the character of Emillie's Floridian companion. A little information about the woman that connected said companion to my sister and that was all.

I e-mailed the pictures tonight. Funny, how a person so far removed can be so present.

That last statement could refer to the man who called me today, it could also refer to my sister whom I know so little about.

In this process I have found out so many things about so many different people, none of them related to me. So little of this knowledge falls into my usual categories of interest, not sure where to file at this point. Just odd and sad.

I am sorry if this is stupidly obtuse and vague, but, well, consider the source...