Prized Posessions

I am reading "The Historian" by Elizabeth Kostova. It's great storytelling, however it is about vampires and my roomates were not home last night so I had to choose between lying awake with my heart hammering it's way out of my chest, or sleeping with the light on...I chose the wimpy route. I was awakened this morning bright and early, when all thev vampires were safely back in their coffins, by the rhythmic scraping sound of a cement mixer...the neighbors are putting in a pool.

I have long been compiling a mental list of my most prized posessions at the top of which has always been my bathtub (not the one that was being re-caulked). I once read about a woman who designed an outdoor tub space as an escape for herself and therafter began my search for a claw-foot destined for a similar fate. I found my beloved at a great little unpretentious antique place. I had two little girls with me. I used to babysit for them and had just taken them out for hot chocolate. Their presence made the event even more special. So we loaded the tub into my dad's boat-like buick stationwagon and headed for home. The tub was soon installed in my parents' back yard (I did not at the time have a yard or even a home, of my own), behind a low stone wall in a grove of young-ish trees. We ran a hose fron the utility room sink to the tub for warm water. Although we only use once or twice a year if we're lucky, it remains my very favorite thing and my number one prized posession!

Other Prized posessions include:

2. My tent and its acoutrements
3. My vintage pancake griddle/waffle iron (thanks, Marisa!)

More to follow...