Come with us, Alison.... it's just on the other side of the Rainbow Bridge...
The curator of a local historic home invited me to bring the Jehossee exhibit to roost for a while to coincide with their annual celebration of The Last Meeting of the Confederate Cabinet. (Yes, the capital letters are necessary. I live in the South.) She felt that it would lend a bit of intimacy and social context to the event, which is largely militaristic and political in its modern re-creation.
And I felt like it would be fun to hang out in such a classy joint without being asked to leave by the police.
The house, called the White Homestead, is lovely. Like many gracious old homes, it has lived many lives and boasts several additions which were added under the auspices of various generations since the late 1830s. The center of the home is generally fashioned like a Victorian parlor and dining room, with four bedrooms above.
You can practically hear your grandmother crow "WIPE YOUR FEET!!" can't you?
And did I mention? They have mannequins. NICE mannequins. With hands and feet and improbably huge boobs. Which I guess they need for "creative" purposes back at the factory.
She's got leeeegggggsssss! And she knows how to uuuusssse them!
Having the mannequins was amazing. Putting the d@$* things together was a different story. They were delivered to me in three contractor-size trash bags with various, unlabeled body parts grouped together. I said many a silent prayer of thanks for the years I
And did I destroy it? No!
It was like that when I got there.
Slowly bringing the house down to my personal standards of cleanliness...
Despite a healthy amount of anxiety and pretty much no clue how I was going to do what I wanted to do, set-up went astonishingly fast. I was motivated by the assurance that it had to be done that day, no matter what and that children would throw rocks at me if I failed.
So basically, it was Middle School all over again.
Coming up: Part Two! And more of this: