I admit to being a corporeal curmudgeon, but I wish to diverge from my usual selfishness & wish all of the readers of Post Apocalyptic Bohemia a Most Merry Christmas. Writing for my little spot on the Internet & telling my story has made me very happy, although I don't think of what I do here as writing, but rather more like graffiti.
This Christmas was very different than my wondrous childhood Christmases or the holidays past, especially Christmas 2010, with all of the heartbreak. The Husband had his first day off since early November. Boys' Fort was an artistic, commercial, & popular success. We met so many talented people & it was an adrenalin rushing, headlong emotional experience.
Several decades ago, admitting that we had the same taste in music, books & clothing (we wore the same size at that point), The Husband & I gave up giving each other Christmas gifts. We would instead, purchase something major for the house. This year, being very frugal, I was surprised & staggered by his offering. He gave Post Apocalyptic Bohemia the gift of 2 fruit wood chairs, circa 1790s, Italian hand carved chairs, for our tiny dining room. They were purchased from Steve & Harvey, 2 smart, handsome, talented men who offered their jaw-dropping works of 19th century art for sale at Boys' Fort.
The Husband closed his Pop-Up shop earlier than I wrapped things up at my store. I arrived home to a fire in the fireplace, the house aglow in candle light & a bottle of champagne. How lucky am I? I feel slightly bad about being such a son-of a bitch-Scrooge. Slightly. Not to get too tender... but I love you all, & I wish you a very Merry Christmas.
This Christmas was very different than my wondrous childhood Christmases or the holidays past, especially Christmas 2010, with all of the heartbreak. The Husband had his first day off since early November. Boys' Fort was an artistic, commercial, & popular success. We met so many talented people & it was an adrenalin rushing, headlong emotional experience.
Several decades ago, admitting that we had the same taste in music, books & clothing (we wore the same size at that point), The Husband & I gave up giving each other Christmas gifts. We would instead, purchase something major for the house. This year, being very frugal, I was surprised & staggered by his offering. He gave Post Apocalyptic Bohemia the gift of 2 fruit wood chairs, circa 1790s, Italian hand carved chairs, for our tiny dining room. They were purchased from Steve & Harvey, 2 smart, handsome, talented men who offered their jaw-dropping works of 19th century art for sale at Boys' Fort.
The Husband closed his Pop-Up shop earlier than I wrapped things up at my store. I arrived home to a fire in the fireplace, the house aglow in candle light & a bottle of champagne. How lucky am I? I feel slightly bad about being such a son-of a bitch-Scrooge. Slightly. Not to get too tender... but I love you all, & I wish you a very Merry Christmas.
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