hallway, among other things. My second marriage came with a modest house (along with an 1830s log cabin, and a tiny guest house named "For-a-day") in Indiana. Many small bedrooms in that house were then converted to one good bedroom and a bathroom with a six-foot-long tub with a flat edge to sit on, a washer dryer, and an airy painting studio for me. All those and more were proofs of affection for me from others in my past. Ever since I started to sew as a teenager when I was unable to find the right fit, or the right price, I felt that if you wanted something badly enough you could make it yourself. You just had to learn how. So I designed clothes, son’s school project), and plant stands, all came into being. The porch table, echoing the shape of the porch, and lamps graced the house, later to be augmented by the breakfast alcove furniture (inspired by the one in the Robie House). I had read that Mr. Wright, wanting a Gesamtkunstwerk , had dresses made for the wives of his clients, but I only found one photo of Mrs. Martin in Buffalo, and a few of Mrs. Wright in dresses, supposedly created by her husband. woodworkers. The loveseat with an attached table that I had designed and was made by my first husband for a previous house was a good fit at the Tomek House, as was the homemade kitchen table with one leg. The “grandson” clock with its digital readout, a coffee table, two swivel chairs, a round table for the alcove (a son’s
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