What I like about ABC Carpet is that it is a quite batty shop filled to the rafters with wonderfully overpriced glories, and crafts, and ethnic stuff. The sort of shop where you need stupid money to buy things. I was there yesterday with Frances wandering about. We came across an expensive art book called Shack Chic with pictures taken of impoverished homes in South Africa. (see below)
The colors are super and artsy, but the tattiness sad rather than chosen. The batteredness from real hardship not playing at it --as in 'shabby-chic'. Gosh.
I felt very disturbed by the prettification of need.
In another book, Mud Chic, the bed, though colorful, looks wretchedly uncomfortable. Need may be somewhat picturesque at times --I just feel bad looking at it in such expensive surroundings. That aside
on sale in the basement a bicycle made for two.
Upstairs mirrors
and a baywindow taken from somewhere!
What a world of illusions we are in.
Frances' new sitting room
looking out over Broadway
and the ESB on the way home.
