See this nice room?
The Matron has a penchant for order. She has learned to appreciate wood over paint, glass before the plastic cup. You do know that she suffers from a case of Incurable Brain Suck?
See this room? Disaster. A mess.
Her office looks like the Ivy League. And she even has an office!
Her house has decorative moments, like this one:
But friends, she was not born to beauty. She is of the low-brow breed. Her bloodline? Let's just say there's no blue in those veins. Lately, her blog has been full of posts in which the Matron does the right thing, has the light touch --all that. Appears to have arrived in the middle class from day one.
Here's the real scene.
That little junkyard would be the tool shed turned playhouse in the Matron's backyard. Please do note all that garbage - which has been there since July. Really. This is the decorative outdoor moment:
You see, the Matron has ignored the Outdoors, all summer. Why bother? Pretty soon her world will be about 40 degrees below zero and ice. Plus, she grew up in a household where a dish towel makes one mean tablecloth and people put in their teeth every morning.
Looooooow brow roots. Which are blooming in the Matron's backyard. Here's her fire pit!!
Yes, fire pit (okay, cook stone stove the neighbor didn't want anymore) and rusting comfy chair. Then there's the classy weather vane:
So whenever the Matron sounds, well, 'together,' remember she grew up with a mother who once said this: "Mary? This organic wool handmade sweater you gave me for Christmas is pretty, but I only wear polyester."
The Matron's going to pop out her teeth, chew some tobacco by the fire pit and head to the mattress.