Every once in a while -- and believe you me, it doesn't happen nearly often enough -- I amass an impressive collection of lovely Ladies on my Stairs.
I call them -- as one would -- the Ladies of the Stair.
Don't forget I'm immersed in the world of Home Improvement projects, and I'm mid-project -- Project #5 -- with those stairs. They would be done -- done, I tell you -- except for all this blasted rain the last two weeks.
It is really hard to scrape and sand and prime and paint in the rain.
But, naturally, the Ladies chose the Stairs as their Home Base.
Of course they did. Why wouldn't they? They don't call them the Ladies of the Stair for nuthin'.
But I don't mind, really, because even though the stairs are so completely and horribly unfinished, they're at least obviously a work-in-progress, which makes them embarrassing in an ugly, as opposed to lazy, way.
But who cares about the state of the stairs, really? This isn't about the stairs . . .
Once upon a glass or twelve of wine, Jacquie and Beth and Ellie got to talking. We decided that we were all enormously smart and clever and hilarious, and that it would be a crime not to share our unique talents with the world. We decided to start a blog together.
We needed a name, so Jacquie asked Beth: “What should we call a blog about meand you and Ellie?” And the rest, as they say, is history. We are having a blast writing this thing, and if there was any trepidation that we were only smart and clever and hilarious that night because of all the wine, our words here thus far have succinctly affirmed our mutual self-admiration.
What are you reading?
Ellie - Middlemarch, George Eliot. Finally
Jacquie - The Nightingale, Kristen Hannah
Beth - Perfection: A Memoir of Betrayal and Renewal by Julie Metz