The Cross House
The table was set for eight but I had no idea of how many would show up for the board meeting. When seven arrived, I breathed a sigh of relief.
I had worried, quite a bit, that I had overdone things, and that some board members would find it all too froufrou. Yet, everybody basically squealed with delight! Whew!
“I love it! It’s all so Downton Abbey!”
I replied, waving a hand toward the bomb-damaged room: “Well, Downton Abbey crossed with Salvador Dali!”
For me, it was a thrill to take a moment with no sawing and no painting and no dust and to sit back in wonderment at the house being used by people and enjoyed. This is what the house was built for.
As the group departed, I had everybody walk over to the north sidewalk so they could see the beauty of the stained-glass lighted up at night. There was a lot of ooohs and aaahs and a wow or two.
I will continue to collect pieces of Stardust china and Sophisticate crystal and Dirilyte flatware, and look forward to the next dinner amidst the ruins.