written by Rosa Morgan
Annie had come from humble beginnings in a home of eight, with four to a bed. And when she went into service at the manor house, she again shared a bed with two other scullery maids.
Marriage to Cornelius, a publisher of a wildly popular penny dreadful, brought her good fortune and prideful ownership of a West Street terraced house.
When Cornelius handed over her weekly pin money, she set it aside instead of indulging in yards of pretty ribbon or a new hat.
Her dream was to fit out her own bedchamber in similar fashion to her previous employers. She no longer scrubbed the grates and emptied the slops; she was respectable now and wanted everyone to know it. Besides, the bedchamber was sacrosanct to the home where she would give birth to her children and most likely be laid out at her death.
With her Sears Roebuck Catalog in hand, she studied the items necessary to create an atmosphere of luxury and good taste. A bare room was considered to be in poor taste, so every surface was to be filled with an excess of ornament to display her new-found wealth.
Every element was thoughtfully considered, beginning with the ceiling. She was limited in paint colors because there were only so many organic pigments available. White of course was not available and though rich dark colors would disguise soot and grime of gas and charcoal lighting, she instead chose a dove grey. For wallpaper, she chose "Pickfair" and it's accompanying frieze to run above the picture rail.
She happened upon a well-priced Chamber set including an oaken bureau, a counterpane stand, two chairs, which would would create a cozy sitting by the fire, and a washbasin stand.
As for the wooden bed; she would use it, but having recently heard Florence Nightingale speak of germs causing disease, she would have preferred a more hygienic brass bed. And she would still open windows each day to rid the chamber of noxious air.
Adoring pattern, she found an Oriental rug to cover the drafty floorboards and a crazy quilt for the bed. She had a long list of bibelots for the mantle: a stuffed peacock, Dresden figurines, an ivory fan, a daguerreotype of themselves, and a clock. She had a delightful chamberpot for underneath the bed, which her thoughtful mother-in-law had given them upon their marriage.
She needed a wardrobe to store their clothes, a standing screen in the corner for disrobing, and a vanity for her toiletries.
Most importantly, she wanted to create a reading nook with a damask covered fainting couch for herself, a leather club chair for her husband with a footstool, in case he suffered gout, and a reading lamp.
After adding up all the costs for creating her bedchamber, she realized she had been living a fool's dream and that never would her pin money obtain her lofty goal. So hiding away her dogeared catalog, she let go of her dream and carried on with her chores.
Annie's yearnings had not gone unnoticed, verily, Cornelius had studied each of her marked pages and when he received a bonus at work, he ordered every item and had it delivered posthaste. Tears of joy flowed as did kisses of gratitude when Annie saw her bedchamber completed, for it exceeded her vision and no better husband could she have asked for.
Salutations Gentle Reader,
I was recently contacted by Dr. Darnita L. Payden who has a Ph.D.
in counseling psychology and is a featured expert on A&E’s
hit show “Hoarders” in which she compassionately helps those living with
this disorder. To my pleasant surprise she had discovered a post I had written
back in January of 2012, called “The Hoarding Collyer Brothers” and asked to
use it as part of a series of trainings she would be giving in the Washington,
DC area.
In the post I tried to humanize the cold facts of the story
I had researched, showing the different rationalizations Homer and Langley had
utilized and which ultimately resulted in their being buried alive by their
stuff.
Though my blog receives approximately 200 hits a day from
around the world, it is the rare reader who acknowledges my writing, and so I
was gratified and honored when Dr. Payden asked to use this cautionary tale. I
admire her work and the help she brings to those who try to fill their lives
with things.
You can find out more information about Dr. Payden’s work at
http://drdclutter.com/
and if you missed my previous post on hoarding you can read
it at
http://thevictoriantimes.blogspot.com/2012/01/hoarding-collyer-brothers.html
Best regards,
Rosa Morgan
Valentine's Day is upon us and woe is the lover who has not considered procuring a gift to express their affection. A card is always appreciated and one cannot go amiss with cupids and lace.
Consider the Love Token. Ready at hand is a coin to smooth flat and hand engrave. The Liberty Seated dine is a popular denomination as the silver is a softer metal than a nickle or copper cent. Engrave your initials and that of your beloved.
Hair is not only for mourning jewellery. Verily, brooches in gold with pearls or precious stones are apropos to hold a lock from you or your loved one. Hair is the perfect medium to represent enduring love as it does not rot away.
