Ohh, I love chatelaines, too. I imagine with the popularity of steampunk, they might make a comeback sooner rather than later. I keep all the old keys from my antique cabinets on an old-looking necklace and call it my chatelaine. And it is, sort of: I am the chatelaine of the house, and it’s my chain of keys for getting into things there.
Sort-of chatelaine pic:
I disagree with you about “Intervention.” I felt it illuminated a problem that sooooo many Americans have that we don’t really know about and elicited compassion for them and — equally important — for their family members. For me in NYC, I pass by thousands of people every day and assume that their lives are pretty mundane; that only “addicts” who live in the city’s worst neighborhoods have those problems; and that those who do don’t have loved ones who are eager to help them. “Intervention” reminded me that every day we come into contact with people whose struggles are real but that we don’t know about, to see the back story behind mind-numbing national statistics and remember that everyone — at some point — was someone’s promising little boy, little girl, adored sister, talented nephew, etc.
saw the Winogrand exhibit at SFMOMA earlier this month- loved the storytelling of his photographs.
loved the section about your Mom
Thanks, Mom. xx