"Pongáio" was the name my Aunt Mona gave to a long, green, cool room where we gathered at her home —
replete with comfy chairs, a rocker, sewing machine, sewing goods, beautiful beads, shelves, books, bibelots, photographs, odds'n'ends, mementos of a life, treasures —
a gathering of all the useful & 'useless' things that so make life a pleasure.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

The Attic

Got home and had lunch...


This morning I continued with the pharaonic undertaking of creating a space with my atelier things; organizing, cleaning and then throwing out, the trillions of boxes and things that are in the 3rd-floor deposit, put there on the move from the big apt to the teeny  one.
Doing domestic arqueology, unearthing the precious relics!!!

Tomorrow if there are no contretemps, I hope to go at it all day...
Who knows, mayhaps the box with the files from the top drawer of my file cabinet will arise from the box-ocean — I do need some files from that drawer!
Up until now, I have found the boxes with the middle-drawer files, and today, the bottom drawer's! I think the mover's evil genie is playing with me!!!

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