Celebrating Fast Women and Takeaway Food
Soon after I moved to Tucson from Manhattan, I bought a house that fit my every fantasy of Southwest style: A swirled stucco bungalow with high, curved ceilings and graceful archways between rooms. I got rid of the orange shag carpeting, which turned out to conceal beautiful hardwood floors, and began to make the house my home.
I’m not religious–and if I was going to observe a faith, it would be the one I grew up with, Judaism–but I didn’t want the built-in niche to go to waste. An artist friend, Ginia Desmond, created a whimsical picture of a colorful chile-patterned cloth spread with Chinese takeaway containers. I added a puta doll, a Mexican folk art figure not intended for children (puta means prostitute). It’s a shrine that celebrates fast women who don’t always like to cook. Anyone know if there’s a goddess devoted to protecting us?
Edie
Emily Hancock
Patricia Armstrong
