God Is In The Details

The most amusing thing just happened. While sitting on the sofa watching television and having a cocktail as I waited for lunch to be brought around, the doorbell rang. It was the Jehovah's Witnesses. Again. I can't explain why, but I knew it was them instead of the meal I was anxiously awaiting. The bell sounded different; sharper and more piercing than when invited guests press my button. I won't say I was rude upon opening the door, but I won't say that I was any too hospitable either. I feel like they can handle -- and perhaps even enjoy -- the stern rejections that comprise their neighborhood ambles.

As I was just about to turn up the heat, the two old gentleman noticed the drink in my hand, and specifically the adorable mermaid adornment which I always hang on the side of my glass.

They confided in me that they both drink in secret and how much they would love to adorn their drinks with these festive creatures so steeped in romantic mythology. Without hesitation I went to the bar and grabbed a handful of the little gals and dropped them into each of their hands, careful not to make contact with their skin. (It's an across-the-board policy I have for anyone I don't know).

I told them about my blog and one of the old men wrote down my blog address on the back cover of a Watchtower magazine. I promised to provide them with a link to where they can purchase more cocktail mermaids, as I had only provided them with about a week's worth. Perhaps more of my readers would like to have some as well. Here is the address: http://www.myriahsbazaar.com/Cocktail-Mermaids-100-Assorted-Colors-p/s341.htm

Isn't it funny how things have a way of working out?

On The Matter Of Taste

I lay awake in bed for an inordinate amount of time last night, worried that I might have given readers the wrong impression amidst the excitement of yesterday's introduction.

Before I really get things rolling, I want to be clear that I can't teach you taste. Taste is something one is born with -- born with a desire for it, perhaps without even knowing it. If you have come here with the expectation that I can somehow magically bestow the gift of good taste upon you, then I'm afraid we will both end up pulling our hair out in frustration before this is over with.

But the good news is that I can give you the tools to camouflage your lack of taste and sophistication. We learn through exposure: seeing good homes, looking at good paintings, studying good window displays as we walk down the avenue, as we go to art galleries.

Perhaps you can't afford the things you see, but by observing, we learn what we would like to live with -- and that is a wonderfully important step in the right direction.

My Very First Post

Hello. I am Evelyn Montford, and I am just as surprised to be here as perhaps you are to see me! I'm fairly certain that none of us ever expect to find ourselves resorting to the "internet" as an outlet for personal communication and expressing opinion, but nonetheless, at the gentle urging of former friends and certain healthcare professionals, I now find myself embarking on a blog.

Oftentimes when visiting former friends' homes, it has been brought to my attention that I have quite the critical eye when it comes to décor, art, etiquette, lifestyle and alcohol. What better way to share my thoughts on these aesthetic matters than to do so via the world wide web? The concept of reaching people I would never interact with on any type of personal level is wonderfully inspiring. Not only can my blog help others, but in the process I can heal myself as I recover from shattering heartbreak, a false arrest, and eleven years of professional abuse. I invite you to join me on this journey of decorative healing. Welcome!