Two years ago, I was visiting New Orleans. As I was walking over to visit my dear old chum Magda, I stumbled onto a parade. It’s New Orleans, parades happen like that. It was the Crewe de Boo. Halloween, you get it? Anyway this evening, I was going to the drug store and once again ran into the Crewe de Boo. It’s possible they’ve been just parading around nonstop for the last couple of years.
Interestingly enough, the visit that included that original serendipitous parade viewing was also the one where I decided to buy a house here. And so why am I in town now? Because I am selling the house I bought. What a coincidence, huh? The act of sale is next week so I have to go and be all serious and stuff as well as pack up.
When I got the house originally, part of its dilapidated condition included a half ass little addition to the back that we referred to as Granny Clampett’s Wash Shed. Amazingly, the door knob was this copper plated Art Noveau charmer.
I announced I had bought the house in order to get the knob, a bit of blather Magda remembered when it came time to rip the shed down and so he pounced on the knobs and saved them for me. We consequently used them for cabinet pulls, but I am not about to allow the new owners to benefit from dear Magda’s recycling efforts so I removed them and will take them back to San Francisco with me. I have no idea what I might use a pair of semi-antique dor knobs for, but I’m sure something will come to me. Earrings, possibly.