An Idea is born....

As most of you know, I seldom do anything original. It's really an awful lot of bother, after all, to do all that thinking, and I can't afford the wrinkles. But I'm really quite good at taking someone else's idea and running with it. This is one of those days.

Darling Sylvia commented on a recent post that the ladies looked like they'd "just stepped from the Tiffin room at ZCMI". (Which was evidentially the dining room at some sort of Mormon Macys. I don't know where she comes up with these things) and that got me thinking. Well, not thinking - you know how I feel about that - but considering the lady's environs.

The little corner they occupy is one of the dreariest corners of Chez Vel-DuRay: It had a big lunk of a freezer in it for a long time, then the ironing machine, but it really needs some glamour. So I've an idea or two. I'm out to create my own little Tiffin Room type experience, right there in that dreary little corner.

Here, for the record, is that dreary, dreary corner. Seriously, don't you think that it looks like one of those Soviet prisons, only without the campy lithography? The best thing I can say about it is that it has an electrical outlet. That will play an important role in our visual leitmotif (I've been listening to NPR again. Can you tell?)