Maid Therapy (and a request for assignments!)

Eliza Hodgkins 1812 · 07-30-2010, 02:27 PM

I want to be the kind of person whose apartment is worthy of an ApartmentTherapy.com nod. Instead, I'm becoming someone Ellen Hovde and Albert Maysle might want to film. Since my father passed away, the one place I allow myself to wallow is at home alone. Sadly, I leave behind evidence: unwashed floors, unwashed dishes, neglected cat pals, etc. I waste away, growing a marsupial fat storage pouch, watching episode after episode of Weeds. At this point, with all my thrown together odds and ends, I'm no candidate for an Interior Decorator of the Year award, but I’d settle for an Honorary Very Clean Apartment Award. The first step in conquering a problem is admitting you have one, so I'm making a public confession to de-scandalize my shame. I've scheduled an appointment with a maid for next Tuesday. If I can't get my **** together, I'll pay someone to help me. Maid therapy!

And from this stepping stone, I hope to reestablish an area in my home for creative endeavors such as drawing, writing, and the like. I've discovered that when you lose someone you love you can lose a thousand little pieces of yourself along the way. My family, Erik, my friends, and my work are the thread that keeps my stuffing from falling out. But at home, where I lack both energy and impulse, I unravel. I entertain by distraction so I don't have to think about missing a man who was both a father and a best friend, a person who took up a lot of space and time in my life.

In my eulogy, I said, “The problem with loving someone who has died is that it feels so unrequited.” What was true the week he died is true now. It’s not enough that I was lucky to have had a father who loved me and was proud of me when what I want is a father who loves me and is proud of me in the present tense. I need to move past this useless want so that I can be happy with the lot I had, which was tremendously special and good. More, I need to recognize that what I had then is part of what makes my life so wonderful now. I had a father who helped me to make wise choices. My regrets are minimal in no small part because of his influence. He was also an artist who nurtured my own work, and I feel like I'm staring into the face of his memory and smirking at it.

My life before my dad died is very similar to the life I have now. It’s like two parallel universes kissing. What’s from this one is the passion I once had for creation. I love my family the same, my boyfriend the same, my job the same, my friends the same, but my lonesome self bores me. I hate being by myself. For a girl who was once fiercely independent, this is very troubling, hurtful, and confusing.

So…I am enlisting help from those who care about me. Send me your marching orders, please. I’m taking requests, looking back at my school days where assignments were handed out, and while completing those assignments new inspiration would emerge and my own would work flourish. Tell me what to draw, tell me what to write, and I’ll select the assignment I want to work on each week with a hope that this will resuscitate my dimmed brain spark. I’ll use social media to share the results, if there’s an interest.

Your pal,
Audra

Bornieo: Fully Loaded · 07-30-2010, 03:11 PM

I would like to read from you, a poem, short story or haiku about a playground full of sand, taken from the POV of the sand...

Gemini Cricket · 07-30-2010, 04:12 PM

Write a story about the Venus de Milo and all the people that come to see her from her point of view. And go in-depth about a weathered old man who comes to visit her everyday.

Cadaverous Pallor · 07-30-2010, 08:06 PM

Make a piece with Erik as the subject - but not from your point of view. I mean, no "here's how I feel about him" stuff.

Visual, verbal, whatever medium you wish.

Good luck on the therapy!

Morrigoon · 07-30-2010, 08:10 PM

A humorous short story that mentions a goldfish, a basketball, and a fine triple-creme brie. They do not have to be central to the story (unless you want to)

Kevy Baby · 07-30-2010, 08:22 PM

Nude self-portraiture for my personal review

katiesue · 07-30-2010, 08:48 PM

A short story about the Maid's experience cleaning your apartment. What she sees, what conclusions she comes to from viewing your belongings.

Capt Jack · 07-30-2010, 09:20 PM

..and the mortification experienced as she stumbles across (fib)

3894 · 07-31-2010, 06:12 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Eliza Hodgkins 1812

what I want is a father who loves me and is proud of me in the present tense.

Write a letter to your father, dated today. Catch him up on you.

Next, write your father's reply as he would have expressed it. Capture his voice.

Not Afraid · 07-31-2010, 10:14 AM

This is a concept I have for a curated show and I will assign it to you in hopes that you will finish and exhibit along with others.

I would like you to create a Self Portrait "Passport" of places you've been - not physical places necessarily, but places your mind has gone. A page with a stamp for each "location" and some bit and pieces representing this "place". It would be lovely in book form but not required.

07-30-2010, 02:27 PM	#1
Eliza Hodgkins 1812 Sputnik Sweetheart Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Long Beach Posts: 2,685	Maid Therapy (and a request for assignments!) I want to be the kind of person whose apartment is worthy of an ApartmentTherapy.com nod. Instead, I'm becoming someone Ellen Hovde and Albert Maysle might want to film. Since my father passed away, the one place I allow myself to wallow is at home alone. Sadly, I leave behind evidence: unwashed floors, unwashed dishes, neglected cat pals, etc. I waste away, growing a marsupial fat storage pouch, watching episode after episode of Weeds. At this point, with all my thrown together odds and ends, I'm no candidate for an Interior Decorator of the Year award, but I’d settle for an Honorary Very Clean Apartment Award. The first step in conquering a problem is admitting you have one, so I'm making a public confession to de-scandalize my shame. I've scheduled an appointment with a maid for next Tuesday. If I can't get my **** together, I'll pay someone to help me. Maid therapy! And from this stepping stone, I hope to reestablish an area in my home for creative endeavors such as drawing, writing, and the like. I've discovered that when you lose someone you love you can lose a thousand little pieces of yourself along the way. My family, Erik, my friends, and my work are the thread that keeps my stuffing from falling out. But at home, where I lack both energy and impulse, I unravel. I entertain by distraction so I don't have to think about missing a man who was both a father and a best friend, a person who took up a lot of space and time in my life. In my eulogy, I said, “The problem with loving someone who has died is that it feels so unrequited.” What was true the week he died is true now. It’s not enough that I was lucky to have had a father who loved me and was proud of me when what I want is a father who loves me and is proud of me in the present tense. I need to move past this useless want so that I can be happy with the lot I had, which was tremendously special and good. More, I need to recognize that what I had then is part of what makes my life so wonderful now. I had a father who helped me to make wise choices. My regrets are minimal in no small part because of his influence. He was also an artist who nurtured my own work, and I feel like I'm staring into the face of his memory and smirking at it. My life before my dad died is very similar to the life I have now. It’s like two parallel universes kissing. What’s from this one is the passion I once had for creation. I love my family the same, my boyfriend the same, my job the same, my friends the same, but my lonesome self bores me. I hate being by myself. For a girl who was once fiercely independent, this is very troubling, hurtful, and confusing. So…I am enlisting help from those who care about me. Send me your marching orders, please. I’m taking requests, looking back at my school days where assignments were handed out, and while completing those assignments new inspiration would emerge and my own would work flourish. Tell me what to draw, tell me what to write, and I’ll select the assignment I want to work on each week with a hope that this will resuscitate my dimmed brain spark. I’ll use social media to share the results, if there’s an interest. Your pal, Audra
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Bornieo: Fully Loaded Lego Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Disneyland, USA Posts: 3,704	I would like to read from you, a poem, short story or haiku about a playground full of sand, taken from the POV of the sand...
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Gemini Cricket ... Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 13,244	Write a story about the Venus de Milo and all the people that come to see her from her point of view. And go in-depth about a weathered old man who comes to visit her everyday.
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07-30-2010, 08:06 PM	#4
Cadaverous Pallor ohhhh baby Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Parental Bliss Posts: 12,364	Make a piece with Erik as the subject - but not from your point of view. I mean, no "here's how I feel about him" stuff. Visual, verbal, whatever medium you wish. Good luck on the therapy! __________________ The second star to the right shines in the night for you
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Morrigoon I throw stones at houses Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Location: Location Posts: 9,534	A humorous short story that mentions a goldfish, a basketball, and a fine triple-creme brie. They do not have to be central to the story (unless you want to) __________________ http://bash.org/?top "It is useless for sheep to pass a resolution in favor of vegetarianism while wolves remain of a different opinion." -- William Randolph Inge
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Kevy Baby Chowder Head Join Date: Jan 2005 Location: Yes Posts: 18,500	Nude self-portraiture for my personal review __________________ The thing about quotes on the internet is that you cannot verify their validity. - Abraham Lincoln
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07-30-2010, 08:48 PM	#7
katiesue Senior Member Join Date: Apr 2005 Location: San Diego Posts: 4,678	A short story about the Maid's experience cleaning your apartment. What she sees, what conclusions she comes to from viewing your belongings. __________________ My life is so exciting I can hardly stand it.
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07-30-2010, 09:20 PM	#8
Capt Jack check your head Join Date: Oct 2005 Posts: 4,174	..and the mortification experienced as she stumbles across (fib) __________________ a clear conscience is a sure sign of a fuzzy memory
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07-31-2010, 10:14 AM	#10
Not Afraid HI! Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 17,108	This is a concept I have for a curated show and I will assign it to you in hopes that you will finish and exhibit along with others. I would like you to create a Self Portrait "Passport" of places you've been - not physical places necessarily, but places your mind has gone. A page with a stamp for each "location" and some bit and pieces representing this "place". It would be lovely in book form but not required.
	Submit to Quotes