We have this curio cabinet in the living room that sees all manner of seasonal bric a brac come and go. Sometimes it looks alright, sometimes, especially at Christmas, it looks like a thrift store threw up in it. I deftly planned an insurgence with intent to insinuate my pipes into the ghastly display and bring a touch of masculinity and pleasantness to the situation. I polished up my Petersons, with their nice shiny silver collars, and placed them on a nice rack in the cabinet. Amazingly she put up little resistance. I was in!! A while later, after the holiday nightmare had been stored away and during a lull where she’d left a couple spots in the curio vacant, I slipped in a pair of pipes propped up jauntily in their open boxes. Again, no resistance.
Of course this fueled my pig greed for more, but keeping my senses and knowing the enemy, a brilliant plan was launched. New silk flowers and a tasteful display box for a small number of sandblasts, all layed out in geometric proportion in the curio. Today was the day. The wife left early with the granddaughters for a daytrip to San Francisco and as soon as they left I leapt into action. It may fly, it may be too much. I think I’ll hide the key so she can’t open it, at least for a while. Let her get used to it. Wish me luck.
The top row is her precious China teapot and the old family bible, not touching that. Everything below is fair game!
