Something fantastic to listen to while you are reading. I used this music for the second part of the fashion parade at 'Shirleys' launch party in April. These boys are divine.
If you are new to the life of Shirley, you will have missed the origin story but can catch up by reading earlier blog posts 'Nervous Now' & 'Part 2'. I know some of you have been waiting patiently for the next installment so I thought I had better get started. After the unfortunate events at Shirley's home; the break & enter & the intruder; Shirley has sought new accommodation.
Her story reinforces how glad I am not to have to rent on the private rental market. Living in a housing co-operative has its' own unique challenges & speaking plainly, can be a pain in the arse at times but ultimately, it beats renting & Shirleys' adventures drive this home.
So, here is the next bit. I will add to & finish it over the weekend. This is a story in development, it is on the run. It is called 'Resting Place'.
RESTING PLACE by Kathleen Dittmar
Shirley decided to stay. She didn't know why. He had found it for her. A room in a rambling, once opulent, old home. It fronted the interstate highway. A 24 hour blue neon cafe to the left. Barren, neglected field to the right. City skyline visible in the distance. Her room was at the front of the house. Long & narrow. Part of the original old ballroom. Including veranda, built in. Swishing taffeta ghost noises. Potent place with its' high ceilings, highly ornate & dusty colours.
Her possessions were few now. Three television sets, a stereo, records & books in high piles on the floor. Old blue glass kerosene lamp & some outdated clothes. Shirley would send for the rest when she was settled.
There was the dinner set inherited from her great Aunt Shirl & more in storage. Possessions had become less important to Shirley, the having of them & the getting of them.
He lived in a rented cabin in a row of log cabins on the lower level of the old estates grounds. It seemed like a good place to hide. Shirley stood alone taking in her new room when the back wall seemed to move. She watched, still somewhat numb, as a panel in the wall slid aside. A ramp appeared & an old woman in a wheelchair rolled down it, through Shirleys' room & out her door. Next an old man started down, cane in hand. Gaping hole in her room now revealed the rest of the ballroom. It's floor elevated. It didn't want to be separated from her side of the room. It once was one & the house was alive. In there were old people. Gray haired, floral dresses, piss stained pants their uniform.
What & why.
To Be Continued. ........
So it starts & will continue over the weekend if you are keen to read what happens next. XX
If you are new to the life of Shirley, you will have missed the origin story but can catch up by reading earlier blog posts 'Nervous Now' & 'Part 2'. I know some of you have been waiting patiently for the next installment so I thought I had better get started. After the unfortunate events at Shirley's home; the break & enter & the intruder; Shirley has sought new accommodation.
Her story reinforces how glad I am not to have to rent on the private rental market. Living in a housing co-operative has its' own unique challenges & speaking plainly, can be a pain in the arse at times but ultimately, it beats renting & Shirleys' adventures drive this home.
So, here is the next bit. I will add to & finish it over the weekend. This is a story in development, it is on the run. It is called 'Resting Place'.
RESTING PLACE by Kathleen Dittmar
Shirley decided to stay. She didn't know why. He had found it for her. A room in a rambling, once opulent, old home. It fronted the interstate highway. A 24 hour blue neon cafe to the left. Barren, neglected field to the right. City skyline visible in the distance. Her room was at the front of the house. Long & narrow. Part of the original old ballroom. Including veranda, built in. Swishing taffeta ghost noises. Potent place with its' high ceilings, highly ornate & dusty colours.
Her possessions were few now. Three television sets, a stereo, records & books in high piles on the floor. Old blue glass kerosene lamp & some outdated clothes. Shirley would send for the rest when she was settled.
There was the dinner set inherited from her great Aunt Shirl & more in storage. Possessions had become less important to Shirley, the having of them & the getting of them.
He lived in a rented cabin in a row of log cabins on the lower level of the old estates grounds. It seemed like a good place to hide. Shirley stood alone taking in her new room when the back wall seemed to move. She watched, still somewhat numb, as a panel in the wall slid aside. A ramp appeared & an old woman in a wheelchair rolled down it, through Shirleys' room & out her door. Next an old man started down, cane in hand. Gaping hole in her room now revealed the rest of the ballroom. It's floor elevated. It didn't want to be separated from her side of the room. It once was one & the house was alive. In there were old people. Gray haired, floral dresses, piss stained pants their uniform.
What & why.
To Be Continued. ........
So it starts & will continue over the weekend if you are keen to read what happens next. XX
Hey there! Thank you so much for the follow!
ReplyDeleteIm relatively new to the blogging world and it's pretty hard to build up a following i'm finding! I'm also a fellow designer and am always interested in seeing what other designers are up too! I've just followed you so i look forward to new posts and seeing what you up to on your designing journeys! -Georgia louise xxx
Hi Georgia,
ReplyDeleteYou're welcome & thank you. Yes, it is hard to build up a following. I found your blog as we'd just become friends of f/book. I meant to write you a note & say hi. Anyway, you're blog looks great. I should put more time into mine. I think the trick is the more you put in, the more you get out of it. I'm certainly no expert, hahaha, but that's how it is with most things in this life. xx