La Poulette

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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

The show can't go on.

The cool thing about Belgian architects is, they love their light. Most apartments come equipped with large bay windows and every room of my humble abode has a natural source of light coming through some cleverly devised source or another, while the open space kitchen/living room/dining room boast wall to wall floor to ceiling windows on one end and a huge semicircular lot of windows on the other. As a DIY challenged single girl I had qualms about living here when I first moved in, but if poor people elsewhere can live without a roof over their heads I can certainly make do with curtainless windows. So no, there's no unexpected Poulette-like twist in the tale at this point, for indeed I did manage quite well. The human capacity to adapt is amazing people, I tell you, ah-maze-ing, and pretty soon I was living my own little Truman Show in my very own little glass box. I'm not a complete doofus mind you, so I was vaguely aware that the neighbouring apartments had a pretty clear view of the goings on within my castle. But bah! reasoned I, it's not like these people know me so why exactly should I care (because most people are born with a healthy sense of shame, you might cry out in reply, but perhaps this story will shut you up and you will realise that my sense of proportion in life can be way off at times)? And I didn't. What I did do was a number of embarrassing things we all do when home alone (oh no bitches, don't you go all hoity-toity on me and pretend you don't. Because I know. You do). So yes, I practiced some Britney dance routines to her videos in front of the TV. Uh-huh, I did my yoga stretches too. There might have been some mouthing along to the lyrics of my favourite tunes into empty beer bottles invovled and I wasn't always careful about ensuring that only my fully clothed body would be in plain view. Ok, here goes: UNTIL. Until a few months ago I went down to my friendly local White Nights DVD rental place, told my friendly local DVD rental guy I'd forgotten my membership card, to which he replied: oh never mind, you live on Rue xxxx xxxxxxxxx right? Wicked meaningful wink. Wicked. Meaningful. Wink. I mumbled my reply, grabbed the DVD in a floury of activity and left, my brain empty save for the flashing red letters that read: NOTE TO SELF: BUY CURTAINS.

Y'all will no doubt be pleased to note that the remains of the Poulettes modesty, they have been preserved since. That said, with all the action that was going on in front of the TV earlier while the Pussycat Dolls were rocking on MTV? I'd say my DVD dude missed one helluva show.


Picture: a handyman installs the Poulette's curtain rod with the masterful touch of his large tool.

11 Comments:

  • At 11/23/2005 11:39:00 PM, Anonymous rainbow warrior said…

    Well, he may have missed your Doncha-wish-
    your-girlfriend-was-raw-like-me kinda pelvic thrusting number in front of the TV, but he possibly didn't miss my pelvic thrusting number I did while doing my ex on your dining table when you were still sans rideaux (and I ain't talkin' bout no wrinkles).
    Mmmmm, haven't have sex way too long… Wouldn't mind doing the handy Andy tho, with all them rods n' tools, he's so butch, plus the location agrees with me a lot. Especially when there's Boris the orange cat watching from the gray rooftop.

     
  • At 11/23/2005 11:54:00 PM, Blogger Doug Bagley said…

    But what will the neighbors do for entertainment if you curtain your windows. You might say its curtains for them, eh?

     
  • At 11/24/2005 12:01:00 AM, Anonymous crni said…

    White Nights DVD?

    Sounds like a soft-core porn place. No wonder the dude was winking.

     
  • At 11/24/2005 08:45:00 AM, Blogger Poulette said…

    RW: thank you! I was actually kind of dissatisfied with this boring and borderline pretentious post of mine, but I'll be damned if your comment didn't give it the much needed oomph. "Boris the orange cat" - LOL, PRICELESS!

     
  • At 11/29/2005 12:59:00 AM, Blogger peter said…

    You shouldn't have given up so easily! Instead of hanging those dustbags, Poulette should at least have tried placing this between herself "dancing" and large floor-to-ceiling windows.

    As "his large tool" - does Poulette mean handyman's sockless appendict, sweatting all over her food-serving surface?

    Now, seriously, I am a bit disappointed.
    The blessed with large windows shold act accordingly. Starting mandatory with this and that.

     
  • At 11/29/2005 08:10:00 PM, Blogger Poulette said…

    Mmmm Peter, perhaps you should read the Rainbow Warrior's comment above. Then you'll understand that a sockless appendage belonging to a chunk of a handyman hunk is the least of my worries as far as food-serving surfaces go.

     
  • At 11/29/2005 11:29:00 PM, Blogger peter said…

    appendage, yes...
    my english should be taken with some reservations. hey, I'm not the one bought by eurocracy for being perfect!

    and, to clarify the paragraph with THE 2 houses: it wouldn't harm the people with large windows to acquire some basic knowledge. big windows are good. courtains are bad.

     
  • At 11/29/2005 11:58:00 PM, Blogger Poulette said…

    Peter, I didn't mean to go all petty on you or correct your English - hey, I don't think I'll ever master French to the level of your English, so who am I to talk.

    As far as the windows are concerned, I do tend to agree with you - there is a traditional, "bourgeois" quality to curtains and I find that the curtainless look is far more pleasing aesthetically. I also liked the fact that if you could look in my appartment from one side, you'd see right through to the other, kind of like in your houses (I might add that my landlady is a fine architect, who designed the place herself). But apart from the practical implications of this lack of privacy, the problem with my windows is the fact that the light seeping in during the day would invariably end up being almost uncomfortably harsh. There was no softness to it and the original aesthetic potential was thus lost. If the place were mine I'd probably use a different type of glass, something mildly tinted or whatever. That way I could preserve the curtainless look and avoid an overlit, boiling hot home with no place to hide (it was downright brutal during summer!).
    On another note, as of today, I am the proud owner of a Ligne Roset "Kali" 3-seat sofa. Does my resident architect commenter approve?

     
  • At 11/30/2005 10:45:00 PM, Blogger peter said…

    Is this what we're talking about?
    Since Poulette can afford buying »names« I'd also recommend a classic. A few of those can fit in every room. Clean, yet cosy. A safe investment, too.

    As far as furnishing one's own flat is concerned, I'm no fan of »architectural policing« (although the phrase does sound tempting…). It is acceptable for any home to be cosy for its inhabitants. This includes fashion victims – their definition of »cosy« tolerates certain amount of sacrificing comfort on behalf of »cleanliness«.

    To console you even further, I'm totaly positive Poulette would one day make a client every architect could dream of.
    So how many sq meters of land is she aiming at to build on, up there?

     
  • At 11/30/2005 11:04:00 PM, Blogger Poulette said…

    Peter: yes. I must say it was much, much cheaper than one would be led to think though.
    As for the chair, it actually caught my eye at the Design museum in London recently (oh the shameless venue-name dropping!). Good pick.
    I am not sure about the dream client though. The Poulette is a very simple girl at heart and just a tad stingy. Therefore she hopes that her friend Mr. Vuga (oh the shameless namedropping!)will some day be willing to dish out some free advice on matters of home decoration...

     
  • At 11/30/2005 11:44:00 PM, Blogger peter said…

    The "client rate" stays.

    This doesn't surprise me one bit.
    For Poulette, the Mr.V is such an obvious choice I could have guessed it with my eyes closed, standing on one foot, facing backward and, dare I not, even holding beer in one hand. Need I say he probably also qualifies as a superb GBF...

    Although I only wanted to check the prices of land, I can settle with the fact that Poulette likes it a bit denser than suburbs can offer.

    Cheers!

     

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