I've been a bit out of the blogging loop. A couple of weeks ago, a friend stopped by after dinner, for a quick chat and a beer. I started having abdominal cramps and pretty serious back pain. After my friend left, I decided that a hot shower would fix everything. Before I could even rinse the shampoo out of my hair, I was doubled over in the bathtub in such terrible pain that I couldn't catch my breath. I managed to stumble downstairs, mascara pooled under my eyes and lathery bubbles in my hair, to throw up a couple of times. My oldest son called my husband to come home quickly and drive me to the emergency room. I'm not one to complain about pain lightly. I had a home birth, and aside from a couple of deep breaths and a crinkled forehead, I handled it pretty gracefully. This was a different story. I felt pretty confident that some internal organ had exploded, my diaphragm was paralyzed, and a painful death was eminent. At the hospital, I was rushed back pretty quickly. FYI, the mere mention of chest pain, and the E.R. staff takes you pretty seriously. After $9,000 worth of tests, and a shot of morphine, the doctors concluded that I had gallbladder stones and would need surgery to remove this insubordinate little organ. I had laparoscopic surgery two weeks ago. This surgery is meant to be minimally invasive, and includes 4 incisions, blowing your abdomen up with air, inserting a camera, some robot arms, and then evicting my bastard gallbladder. Surgery went well, I am told, and I was sent home late that afternoon. I have a vague memory of trying to convince the nurse that I wanted to take my gallbladder home with me in a jar. I was on a lot of painkillers those first couple of days, so this may have been a dream. I'm finally starting to feel like myself, well myself at about 65%, but it's a start. In honor of my gallbladder, I thought I'd share some fabulous ads of mid-century modern furniture, shaped in amorphous, nature inspired silhouettes.
Kidney bean table woodworking pattern
Abstract artwork in a 1950s interior design book
collection of mid-century products, including; nesting tables, ashtray, ottoman, and Formica boomerang countertops
1950s Flooring advertisment
The lovely Betty White, who my son likes to remind me is literally older than sliced bread
1964 Futurama brochure
Ray and Charles Eames
It's good to be back!