Comments on: The Gardener’s Medicine Cabinet: Authenticity as a Core Principle

By: biscuit

biscuit — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 12:54:08 +0000

Just put it in a pot with potting soil and bring it in when it starts to get cold.

By: biscuit

biscuit — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 12:52:05 +0000

Dude! I’ve been great – too busy for my own good, but great.

I read you’re in New Mexico now? What a change!

By: subsailor@gmail.com

subsailor@gmail.com — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 11:11:16 +0000

Hey, got your comment and have linked the new (and very spiffy looking) blog. How have you been?

By: Translator

Translator — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 05:07:57 +0000

I know that it late tonight, so I will check for a reply tomorrow. I have a ginger root that is spouting in my basket. What do you do to grow it? I assume that it is tropical, so needs to be protected from the cold. Just put it in a pot with potting soil? Warmest regards, Doc.

By: Scotia48

Scotia48 — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 03:51:00 +0000

Oh, only daughter after 14 years of marriage. What to live up to. I should be perfect, right?
Possessions no pets at the moment. Still grieving over my cats, unfortunately. I was free in 95-98, then my packrat Mother died and I have everything. Moving in 06, I divested myself of alot, but need to get rid of more since it won’t mean anything to the next generation. I’m actually passing some things to great nieces and nephews, since my daughter and step-son don’t need everything.
One cool thing I’ll pass along. My sorta sister-in-law got an 8″ dense upholster foam mattress for their bed. We did also and it is the most comfortable bed I’ve had in a long time. This cost only $200 in late 06. I have a thick mattress pad on it and flip and turn it every month. I kept the box springs from my old mattress to use. OK, my grandmother’s bedroom set, chest of drawers, vanity & seat, 4 poster double bed. But, you can get extenders for the bed to make it into a queen. Which is what we did and it’s great. Most of my furniture now is antiques from my family. I look around the house and can remember the love. Makes me feel good.
I’m fixin’ to reupholster my grandmother’s couch and chair. I guess 55 years between reupholstery is pretty frugal.

By: Kate Petersen

Kate Petersen — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 00:04:54 +0000

Oh, I was a queen at that. Raised to live up to others’ expectations from the time I was a itty baby. It’s just part of the baggage that comes from being the oldest child born to two only children. We’re required to be perfect!

By: biscuit

biscuit — Sat, 19 Jul 2008 00:02:41 +0000

Argh. Others’ expectations. The only thing worse is when we internalize them and think they’re *our* expectations for ourselves.

By: Kate Petersen

Kate Petersen — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 23:54:52 +0000

Part of being “who I am” was coming to terms years ago with two facts: I will never be an extravert, and I will never live up to my mother-in-law’s expectations.

That second one was tough, but once I realized that they were her expectations and that nothing more than my own sense of responsibility made me keep trying to fit into her perfect little box, I was free. And much happier. And our kids were a lot healthier living with a little good dirt.

She was neurotic about the dirt until the end, though.

By: biscuit

biscuit — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 23:36:27 +0000

I think some people’s true nature is very neat and tidy, while others’ are covered in dog hair and chewed up slipcovers.

I think it’s better for us to be who were are than adopt the disguises of others.

By: drchelo

drchelo — Fri, 18 Jul 2008 23:22:06 +0000

If authenticity is dog-damaged and hair-covered furniture, I must be the Authenticity Queen! I’ll never be featured in a magazine..but I have hopes for the Demon Dog.
Comfort – things within easy reach. Surfaces to put things on – these are the principles I have always used in furnishing a space.
I once had a patient who was an interior designer, and we agreed on a barter system – his expertise for mine. So my piano room furniture is really nice, but where I live – in the den – the rattan is ratty in spots, the flannel covered couch is losing its stuffing in places, and the love seat is covered in dog quilts and cotton blankets.
Dog hair – it’s what makes my house my home!