Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Little Altars - Take 1
I've relocated my prayer space from my sunny glass foyer -- too trafficked -- to an upstairs room. My daughter-in-law Maria is going to help me with the design. I'll say it before anybody else does -- yeah, I know the lamp with the ivory fringed shawl looks a little bit like a bordello decoration, but maybe that goes with my thirty-something goal of being the patron saint of sex. I gave it up (at least saying it publically) when my husband told me that people who weren't devoutly Catholic wouldn't know it meant conjugal intimacy. Not to mention it would embarrass my kids if I'd kept it up as they were growing older. Oh wait, I might've embarrassed them already.