After a stellar weekend of painting my apartment & checking out some brand-new bars, I woke up around three a.m. this morning feeling terrible, stuffy, feverish & swollen-throated. I was drifting in & out of dreams that I was at the beach with my f.b., which was pleasant because it was a pretty beach & my f.b. looked good in his swimming trunks, but then I kept waking up & remembering I was ill. Today after a couple of Dayquil I feel somewhat better but I am still having hot/cold flashes & there are still hard bits of paint in my hair from Saturday.
Anna helped me paint my place -- the largest wall in it, anyway -- & we used mostly a sort of lemony creamy bone color, which is the stuff in my hair, as well as a dark glossy chocolate, which could certainly be in my hair as well, tho if it is my hair has rendered it invisible. Shopping for paint was fun. There are few occupations I find as appealingly poetic as Writer of Novels or Creator of Buildings, but I think Namer of Paints is a good one too. I'd like to call the elegant cream color
Monticello. Or maybe
Ring of Bone, after a pretty poem by Lew Welch.
I am always thinking about starting a cosmetics company, not because I have any interest in creating cosmetics, but because I would love to name the colors after my favorite heroines of literature. Deep, blood-red could be called
Anna Karenina;
Franny Glass would be a nervous but still ladylike pink;
Emma Bovary would be a dusky French rose; sensible, brickish red with a hint of orange would be
Nancy Drew;
Daisy Buchanan an aristocratic shade of taupe &
Dolores Haze a nymphet-like vivid pink. I wouldn't bother having a
Hester Prynne -- that's too obvious.
Anyway I'll post pictures of the new paint job as soon as they're developed. Right now I have to get back to work.
