Under That Red Velvet Dress

My Daughter Elaine and Me. 1990. No Place to Hide “Let me zip your dress,” I said to my daughter as we wriggled into our velvet dresses in the photographer’s dressing room. As I ran the zipper up its tracks I marveled at the soft, perfect texture of her seven-year-old skin. Such a beautiful child… […]


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Restoring the Lamps, Part Three

Steady. Steady. New FinishI’m nervous as I sit down to paint my grandparents’ lamps. I’m not crafty. My hand isn’t always steady. I can’t always stay in the lines. But the gold leaf has worn from the lamps and I promised my husband I’d touch them up. I know I can’t make them perfect, but I […]


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Restoring the Lamps, Part Three

Steady. Steady. New FinishI’m nervous as I sit down to paint my grandparents’ lamps. I’m not crafty. My hand isn’t always steady. I can’t always stay in the lines. But the gold leaf has worn from the lamps and I promised my husband I’d touch them up. I know I can’t make them perfect, but I […]


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Restoring the Lamps, Part Two

Lamps Under Renovation. Protection It’s Saturday morning and the day overflows with what-could-be. I clear the remnants of yesterday’s living from the kitchen island, make space for a project. My project. I’m going to return these old lamps to usefulness. Rich will supervise, of course, because I’ve never rewired a lamp before. He assures me it’s […]


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Restoring the Lamps, Part Two

Lamps Under Renovation. Protection It’s Saturday morning and the day overflows with what-could-be. I clear the remnants of yesterday’s living from the kitchen island, make space for a project. My project. I’m going to return these old lamps to usefulness. Rich will supervise, of course, because I’ve never rewired a lamp before. He assures me it’s […]


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