What would you do if you had my dilemma? A self respecting mediumist may only have one closet filled with clothes but she isn't going to pare down to anything that resembles minimalism. I am limited in my skills as a medium. I can foresee that I will buy more coat hangers because I also see more trips to the thrift shops, but other than this bit of vision, and although I like to chat with strangers in cafes, I am less inclined to seek out conversations with the dead. So, not a medium but definitely a mediumist.
What is a mediumist? I am so glad you asked because I would love to explain that to you. I am an embracer of all things medium. I am a very medium sort of person. True, an extreme creeps in once in awhile but not often. I am neither a maximalist nor a minimalist. I wear medium sized clothing, have a medium sort of income, like medium toned colours, and general take the middle path. My personal look is sort of medium, my shapes and colours, my body language. How do I like my curry? Medium, of course. How do I take my coffee? A little bit of cream and sugar, nothing extreme. I am neither this nor that, but somewhere in between. And as a good mediumist I tend to keep my extremes out of this blog. I am, after all, here to reveal less than you think I am revealing. That is a mediumist sort of trick.
Of course, I would have a few coat hangers to spare if I weren't one of those people who hangs her tee shirts. They get so wrinkled if I don't, though I shouldn't care since I usually only wear them layered under other things. What self respecting bohemian cares about wrinkled clothing? I care, but I also can't be bothered to iron and I am rather poor at folding. Hanging them up is my solution.
Not Me (Dare I admit a nude from my imagination? It means admitting that I even HAVE nudes in my imagination.)
The Objectified Body, a water colour