When I run dry, I stop a while and think of you.

So coco_palmolive bade me talk to you about Frank Lloyd Wright, and I am nothing if not biddable, if you ask nicely enough.

01. Do you like this person?
I adore his work, and his gestalt approach to design. I admire his tremendous dedication to his aesthetic principles, and his determination to order his entire world, if not his determination to order everyone else's as well. Personally, though: like many true artists, he was a selfish, arrogant asshole. I doubt I'd have liked him much personally, though given my more embarrassing predilections, I can get behind the assholishness from a safe distance.

02. How do you call this person?
With seances and ouija boards, from beyond the grave.

03. Which color do you associate with this person?
Something like this one, a rusty/russety red.

04. Looking at his/her character, what blood type do you think he/she has?
Heh. Because I'm an ignorant slob, I didn't actually know that blood types could be associated with personality types until I read coco_palmolive's post. Based on what little I learned in a two-minute study session using wikipedia and this article, I guess Type O?

If I were to go by a system I'm a little more familiar with, I'd say he was choleric, all the way.

05. What do you want to tell that person?
I'm not sure I ever fully recovered from my first experience of Fallingwater; I have this fantasy road trip planned where I visit Spring Green, WI (and also La Crosse, for reasons which fall outside the scope of this survey); and I once saw a FLW-stained-glass-window exhibit at the American Craft Museum in New York that left me as shivery-with-delight as anything I've ever seen in any museum.

06. What do you want to do with this person: hug, kiss or shake hands?
Shake hands, definitely. My Frank Lloyd Wright lust is purely platonic, I assure you, and even if it weren't, he doesn't strike me as being the most approachable man in the universe (though I could be wrong about that; obviously I do not know the man personally, only through the aforementioned communications from beyond the grave), and I am seriously unprepossessing and retiring, which not a successful mix for hug- or kiss-strikes.

07. Pick five of your friends and pick one person for them.
If you want me to give you a person of your own, let me know! I will happily oblige.

I'm a stumbler in the dark.

When I left work today, I had an impulse to go to my local Goodwill thrift store, because why not? I mean, one can always use more super-cheap clothing, yes? And I looked and found several things worth bringing home, nothing truly spectacular aside from the blue butterfly tee which makes me look like an eight-year-old with a hyperproductive pituitary gland, and which I not unrelatedly cannot wait to wear, but several things that I predict will see a lot of wear, including MY FIRST EVER ORANGE T-SHIRT. It's a rare and elusive shade of orange that actually works on me, and I'm very excited about it.

Anyway, let me stop talking about my clothes, because that's not why I'm spamming you tonight. I'm spamming you because as I was getting ready to check out I got sidetracked by the furniture: I've been idly thinking about getting a small cabinet to fit under two of the windows in my sunroom

(Let me here interrupt myself to tell you a little about my sunroom. It's the least finished room in the house, and for a long time I basically used it for storage, but now I'm ready to begin the slow process of making it into an actual room, and the first item on my to-do list, after arranging the furniture properly, is to scrape down and repaint the two enormous cabinets with hutches that've found their way there (in one case, anyway; the other was built inside the room and cannot ever leave it because it's too big to fit through the doors), and I've been looking for a used something-or-other to go under those windows because although I am not, for once in my life, in need of another piece of storage-type furniture, I do need something to put under those windows, because they're substantially shorter than the four other windows in the room, and I need something to distract the eye from that, and I figure, if I buy it now, I can get started on the refurbishing this weekend and any refurbishing I need to do can be done while I'm working on the big cabinets.)

and I actually found not one but two cabinets that will work nicely for me. And here is the reason for my post: they're very different, but both are the right size, both sturdy and functional, both in need of only a coat of paint to work in the room, and both under $50.00, which is definitely inside my limited furniture-buying budget; and I need a little aesthetic advice! Would you get Cabinet One, which is a two-drawer, two door cabinet and a close match, stylistically speaking, to the plain turn-of-the-century farmhousiness of the big cabinets? Or Cabinet Two, which is a two-door rustic openwork cabinet with shelves, altogether quirkier but possibly harder to reconcile with the cabinets (and the Sixties Danish Modern table and chairs)? Cabinet One is the safer bet, but maybe a little boring; Cabinet Two is riskier, but if pulled off properly would add a nice touch of eclecticism to the room.

There is my dilemma. Which would you choose?