Man oh man!
I don't even know where to begin! I'm like in a diabetic coma from so much eye candy!
First of all, Mr. Tronic's house is huge. Huge. With more storage space that you can shake a stick at. Which works out well for him, you know.
Mike is a gracious host and shared all his stuff with me with such joy and enthusiasm that we totally lost track of time. You wouldn't believe all the stuff he has. I kept turning around and saying "Wow! That's cool!" Everywhere I looked there was something else nifty. Hell, even his switchplates are cool! You haven't lived 'til you've played with Minnie the Mermaid's tail.
Oops. Was I supposed to keep that a secret?
Beth, you'd die, absolutely die over the bathroom and bedroom!
Mike also knows his stuff. I wouldn't know a Moe lamp if it hit me in the face. (Well, maybe a 'mo lamp...) He knows all about the different brands and designers and series and stuff. Quite a font of knowledge. All I know is what's purty.
So what we basically did was open cabinets and drawers and closets and go through stuff. It was literally like stepping back in time--no modern stuff to spoil the effect. Just pure-d vintage. I loved when he said "Hey, I forgot I had that!"
Yep, I wanted one of everything. Two of some things! Unfortunately, I don't have the kind of space he has. Sigh.
And here's the thing (sorry, this is all kind of stream-of-consciousness, so bear with me). His house isn't like some kind of museum. It's just all so, I don't know, right. Everything fits together so nicely--the furniture, the parquet ceiling (!!), the knotty pine paneling, the light fixtures, everything.
It was all too much for my little pea-brain. I believe I hit my peak of eloquence that time I managed to say "Wow!" without drooling.
The lamps! The absolute mother lode of lamps! The ash trays! The appliances! The curtains! The furniture! All the little details! Fabulous, just fabulous.
Without trying, Mike managed to convert me. I now want to start collecting Heywood Wakefield furniture. I couldn't keep my mitts off that smooth satiny surface.
I learned that butterfly chairs are supremely comfortable. Eero's womb chair, mmm, not so much.
Thank you, Mike. "Kid in a candy store" doesn't even begin to scratch the surface. I can't remember when I've had such a good time.
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Oh, and just to set the record straight (as it were)
1. I'm not part of anybody's evil gang. I have my own.
2. I didn't steal anything (though I do have fantasies of waiting 'til Mike's away and backing up a tractor-trailer...)
3. I'm not that fat! It's just the way my shirt was hanging!
4. It was really windy and rainy and my hair looked MUCH better earlier in the day!
