I don't know why I feel compelled to fill every blank wall of this apartment. In spite of my aversion to clutter and my minimalist aspirations, it appears that my natural tendency is towards horror vacui. Against my better judgment, I spend my days plotting to fill this place with stuff. ("Plotting" is the operative word here. I plan carefully. I don't mindlessly hoard. I mindfully hoard. LOL.) After everyone left this morning, I set out in search of frames to mount my Nikki McClure prints in, to hang in that vacant spot between the (new!) light fixture and the window. These past few weeks, I'd been on a mission to find the perfect frames, and I found them today, at Joann's, the fabric store, of all places, and at 30% off! I go through periods of crazy binge-consumption, only to purge most of it later. It's awful. America has done me in.
Rod was too early, the first to arrive. We hardly knew what to do with ourselves. There was no company, and no food. April arrived next, and then steadily more and more people. And then it was the party we intended it to be. It was a birthday party for Francis, a baby shower for Kit, and a homecoming for Marby. It was any reason to have friends over. The house had been feeling lonely. It felt good to hear the furniture being moved to make more space. They left at 10, after the last drink, and then the house was quiet again. That after-party moment, when the last guest had left, used to make me so despondent. Now, there is only a slight pinch in my heart. And I look forward to the next time already.