Yes, it is sweetie, and "thank you" but only a small portion is being reflected. Here is one more from the boudoir.
Iāve a question to ask you ladies, I bought a painting in 1980 for my ex wife on holiday, itās hung on the wall of my house even after we split up. My question is this; As I bought the painting for her should I give her half the money if I sell it?
LOL...yes, to the cleaning. Lots of glass and square footage not shown in these pics. Twenty- Tiffany-style lamps need constant wiping. Art needs dusting, and on and on but each day brings effort that is gratifying as to walk into this pristine beauty is a very sensual, and peaceful experience. More than one person has told me I should charge a cover charge.You have a lovely home AquaAthena, as my northern wife would say āah bet that tekes a bet of cleaning! ā
They say it's like being in a museum and others say art gallery. I like to show the house on dark days when the ambiance explodes due to all the bursts of color and gentle graciousness. It is awe-inspiring even to me after all these years of collecting. 
Like you I love collecting things. Most boys of my generation in the U.K. collected stamps. Of course I installed that discipline in both my sons and they in turn have their own collections and interests.Iāve a question to ask you ladies, I bought a painting in 1980 for my ex wife on holiday, itās hung on the wall of my house even after we split up. My question is this; As I bought the painting for her should I give her half the money if I sell it?
I try to avoid giving advice unless requested which it is being, however I am always loathed to tell people what they should or shouldn't do. When I am conflicted, I let my conscience be my guide. I refuse to live with guilt, regret, or indecision. I have to feel right and good about my actions, otherwise, I lose some of myself which I have strived hard to achieve.
Your wife sounds like a true gem. As I am not perfect, I would have had that reminder of another era preceding ours......out of there. New beginnings and all.
A pristine treasure. Very worthy of you, Roy. It is in the right hands for the highest appreciation and I thank you for sharing it with us.Like you I love collecting things. Most boys of my generation in the U.K. collected stamps. Of course I installed that discipline in both my sons and they in turn have their own collections and interests.Iāve a question to ask you ladies, I bought a painting in 1980 for my ex wife on holiday, itās hung on the wall of my house even after we split up. My question is this; As I bought the painting for her should I give her half the money if I sell it?
I try to avoid giving advice unless requested which it is being, however I am always loathed to tell people what they should or shouldn't do. When I am conflicted, I let my conscience be my guide. I refuse to live with guilt, regret, or indecision. I have to feel right and good about my actions, otherwise, I lose some of myself which I have strived hard to achieve.
Your wife sounds like a true gem. As I am not perfect, I would have had that reminder of another era preceding ours......out of there. New beginnings and all.
Also from stamps I collect WW1 memorabilia, from medals, to Army issue compasses.
The Allied Victory medals were issued after the war, each country produced their own except for the commonwealth countries, collecting ....all of the different ones has been.....a challenge.
I own a mint boxed Japanese WW1 victory medal
Japanese WWI Victory Medal
To find a boxed mint condition medal was hard.
Oh, I was a wild one, that's for sure. Was a biker chick for a short time..rode with some non affiliated tough guys, was an old lady to one of them but bailed when he wanted to add another chick to our little twosome. I don't do sloppy seconds,.
Then I was a galley cook on a tuna boat. Had to sneak onboard, hide my butt length hair under a baseball cap/hoody from the cap'n cuz he didn't allow females on his boat, and the crew called me Charlie.Got busted up in San Fran, hitchhiked home and called it a nice experience after I finally lost my sea legs.
Just a few short stories of my wild and crazy life.
Love your style. Almost a mash of Victorian, Boho. One would call it eclectic, lol. Regardless of a name..I love it!
Indeed!Ha Ha. Thanks FF.
I think I told the story of me belting a drunk with pool table balls? Believe that was told in the FZ. Or was it on the podcast back when I did such things down there? Anyway..dude got snarky with me. Ma had me bartending..bad idea since I don't have much patience for drunks. I don't drink and never did like the taste of it, which is probably why she had me as barkeep. Anyway, dude was really obnoxious and I had enough of his drunken attitude, and when he said he was going to beat me senseless for not putting up with his bullshit, I lost my temper. Smacked him over the head with a beer bottle, he punched me in the face but half missed so I only got one black eye afterwards, but he got hurt more than I did. The tussle wound up with me and him near the pool table where two poor ol guys were playing. I grabbed those balls and pelted the guy good. AND thumped him with a pool stick for good measure.
He stumbled out and I was "fired". Ma was in the office and heard the ruckus. Of course she found no fault with her precious customer and fired me for daring to stand up for myself after being hit. Pfffft.
Reminder folks: Billiard Balls Can Hurt You.
Ha Ha. Thanks FF.
I think I told the story of me belting a drunk with pool table balls? Believe that was told in the FZ. Or was it on the podcast back when I did such things down there? Anyway..dude got snarky with me. Ma had me bartending..bad idea since I don't have much patience for drunks. I don't drink and never did like the taste of it, which is probably why she had me as barkeep. Anyway, dude was really obnoxious and I had enough of his drunken attitude, and when he said he was going to beat me senseless for not putting up with his bullshit, I lost my temper. Smacked him over the head with a beer bottle, he punched me in the face but half missed so I only got one black eye afterwards, but he got hurt more than I did. The tussle wound up with me and him near the pool table where two poor ol guys were playing. I grabbed those balls and pelted the guy good. AND thumped him with a pool stick for good measure.
He stumbled out and I was "fired". Ma was in the office and heard the ruckus. Of course she found no fault with her precious customer and fired me for daring to stand up for myself after being hit. Pfffft.
Reminder folks: Billiard Balls Can Hurt You.
Maybe not a story you would want to read to your grandkids, but definitely a colorful one for an Anthology: The Life of an old Hippie or something to that effect.
Why thank you Gracie! I do have an eclectic personality and style and my taste in decorating has always reflected that. A woman told me the other day she had heard about my apartment and as an art lover would love to come and see it if I wouldn't mind. She mentioned she had been taking her daughter to art galleries and museums since her daughter was three. As a schoolteacher, she has taught school and traveled in many countries.
Gracie, you nailed me. My extensive jewelry collection is a mash of Victorian and Boho. I wear lots of jewelry every day, even if I am not at work. Makeup and a buzzed haircut and I am ready for the world.....my world...lol.
