Looking Out My Window

IMG_0013 I actually can’t see a thing since they’re so dirty they look bulletproof. Marco the window washer hasn’t been here in a while. Last I heard he was serving time for a B&E…breaking and entering…that’ll teach a girl to lock her windows. Wonder if they took away his squeege.

I love my apartment that, short of a moose head and a secret panel taking me to the deli without having to go outside, has everything I need.

How nice they threw in a kitchen I could casually pass on my way to the bathroom.

I’m told my place is charming in its spare, shabby chicness. It has a French garret look with tall glass doors separating its two rooms. Of course it’s only cozy for one and perhaps one other you’re keen on who only visits. There’s just enough elbow room for you and possibly a cat.

I’ve lived here for so long I view its proportions as perfect since my needs are few. My bed, bath and desk are my primary checkpoints since you can usually find me in one or the other.

I love at the end of the day to soak before burrowing in my bed, my books alongside me like a fort of virtue. We also have the goodie drawer in my bedside table stocked with mints, M&Ms and Hershey’s Kisses. A friend gave me a standing pewter lamp with a perfect glow allowing me to read well into the night.

My desk is just a hop, skip and a jump for me to hop online or add to an essay, my totems lined up like noble watchmen. There’s St. Francis holding an armful of birds, a little duck that waddles and quacks…a rock I took from Eleanor Roosevelt’s backyard beside pictures of loved ones, framed in silver, round my faded, quilted Pierre Deux bulletin board. Now that’s an eye opener, what hangs to inspire.

My Audrey calender my friend Joe gave me…so hope he gives me another since I love it so, her style reminding me to kick start my own. Pictures of Carmela and Rosie the cat, my granddad having lunch, Ed in a tux and a mama seal hugging her pup.

Post-its say things like...be gentle with yourselfstay where your feet are and plunk your magic twanger, Froggy.

A new addition is a list of writing tips by Jane Kenyon, a brilliant poet who died at 47 though written years ago, resonates as if penned today.

1) Protect your time

2) Feed your inner life

3) Avoid too much noise

4) Read good books; have good sentences in your ears

5) Be by yourself as often as you can

6) Walk

7) Take the phone off the hook

8) Work regular hours

Jane Kenyon (May 23, 1947 – April 22, 1995)

Looking out my window, whether I can see or not, still opens me up to the world I’ve so, without much conscious thought, lovingly created.




About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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28 Responses to Looking Out My Window

  1. thenoveilst says:

    Darn good tips 🙂


  2. micklively says:

    Personal space is a must. Whether it’s the artist garret, the writer’s study, the brewer’s oast house, the DIY man’s shed, we need room for our intellects to gambol. Clean windows are decidedly optional.


  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    It’s all in how you look at things. I think you’re a positive, glass is half full kind of gal. Susannah.
    The second home my Pookie and I had was an apartment in a slum. But we fixed it up (somewhat), planted flowers out front that many neighbors commented on, and were happy.


  4. katecrimmins says:

    We are looking to downside and have been looking at smaller homes. It’s a funny thing about them. When you walk in you either feel at home or you don’t. It’s an emotional attachment rather than any logical decision.


  5. Elle Knowles says:

    I read this to H on our commute to his school this morning as explained in my post earlier. He laughed. Now I need to read him the comments. Sometimes they are a story of their own. 😉 Hope you are staying warm!


    • I’m always happy people read the comments since they enhance whatever nonsense I came up with. I know I do. It’s so cold here still though warmer than yesterday.I think we were just not ready for this acute cold so fast. In any event, I’m flattered you read to H, and it’s always nice to hear your elegant, smart 2 cents.

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  6. I agree with those pieces of advice. In the end, we all have to live with ourselves so it’s good to feed the inner life.


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