I have taken my Christmas decorations down. I was a little worried that I might not get them down before Ash Wednesday. It’s so early this year! The decorations all disassembled and packed away with no problems. The only things that remain now are the lights wrapping the redbud tree outside. They’re pretty, so I’m continuing to light them. I will have to take them down before the flowers bloom, though, because right after the flowers come the leaves. Then it would be too late. Then the tree would grow. Then the lights would strangle it. I wrapped them too tight.
So anyway, it’s kind of nice to have the Christmas tree out of the living room. It makes the room look bigger. Plus, I get to admire the Parlor Palm again. Which is cool, because technically I don’t have a Living Room. I have a Parlor.
Really, not a living room? What makes it a parlor? Or are you just randomly declaring stuff, and that makes it true? Can you make me a Countess??
Living room is to parlor as Brad’s plants are to:
A) Peggy’s plants
B) Lauren’s plants
C) Heath’s plants
D) All of the above
(The names used in the above test are strictly fictional and any resemblence to real life persons is completely coincidental.)
From my cursory research, it looks as if the difference between a house with a parlor and a house with a living room is age and use. My house is from 1902. Edwardians did not have living rooms; they had parlors. Therefore, I must have a parlor. It is not a formal room for me, though, so I’m kind of treating it like a living room. Should I be calling it a parling room? …a livor?
But if you still want me to declare you a Countess, Lauren, I can do that.
Do it.
Surely you know what “parlors” were used for back in the day … see paragraph 2 below …
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Living_room
I wonder how many people were laid in your parlor?
OUT… laid out ….
do I smell chicken?
I clicked on your wiki link in shock before I saw your addendum. Although I have a rather racy piano roll from the early 1900s, “Dewey Day,” where the first person is thankful for the rain to have a little “parlor time.” Hm!
Maybe “parlor games” is a front for, well you know …. I mean they didn’t have any TV for petes sake …
AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!! Erase the picture in my mind! Erase the picture in my mind!!!
For what it’s worth, I hereby formally declare Lauren to be a Countess, with all the privileges and responsibilities thereof. Amen.
I feel all tingly…..what’s happening to me???
Are you wearing a bird nest? That would make you scratch!
There’s a new post at bethtastic. Two of them actually. I am shamelessly advertising. And, Peggy you should go again, I posted after you visited today
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