Changes and connections
Sorry for the recent silence. It’s been moving season in our household. This has entailed packing up an apartment, moving the stuff to the new house, clearing out all the stored stuff from the past year (and last summer’s move) from the storage facility, unloading all the combined apartment + storage at the new house, and (this is the worst part) cleaning the apartment. I hate cleaning anyway, but to put that kind of effort into a place I’m not even living in, is like working overtime and flushing the extra money down the toilet. Ah the motivations of a security deposit.
Alice was minorly helpful in all this. She spent the better part of two days on her own packing and a day cleaning. I later learned that what really went on was hours of wardrobe planning and wiping down a countertop. Still, I’m not complaining. We moved a lot when I was a kid (4 times in 4 years) and I pretty much was useless. Each time I do a major move, my mother gets one step closer to sainthood in my mind.
Now, here’s the connection part. At our closing the other day, I learned that Moose, my real estate agent (yes, her name really is Moose- here’s her website) knows Horst Rechelbacher. Moose’s husband is an artist and I’d guess close to Horst’s age. Evidently they have done work together, probably promoting Aveda. The only dirt I got on Horst is that he (no surprise) lives in on massive land acreage in a massive (yet naturally beautiful no doubt) home. Yet she also told me how years ago (and we’re talking probably 35-40) he had a small salon and he was the one who did her hair. (Tell me, how successful is your stylist?)
And I learned that the daughter of the couple we bought our house from, also modeled (NOT for Vision). Only it didn’t go well. Mrs Owner (this is how the real estate people refer to their clients. I was Mrs Buyer) said that she was given an awful haircut once in the line of work, and another time a shock of dayglo hair color. Uh oh. She decided the world of modeling wasn’t worth it when she moved 1000 miles to be near her agency, then wasn’t paid for 6 months. And she experienced the ‘your nose is too big, your eyes aren’t blue enough, your legs are too short…’ thing.
Well. I feel warned.
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