Friday, February 12, 2016

TEA AT EM & JOHN CULLUM'S HOME

It's a good day for a visit and a cup of tea. You buzz our buzzer. I say hi, we're four flights up; and buzz you in. As you enter -- whamo --  the color hits you.


You're are a bit out of breath -- you've climbed four flights of stairs, while blinking at our shocking pink and bright orange walls.

We are not rich, but my mother gave us money for the down payment on the building where we live and work. Over the years, we paid off the mortgage and now own this five story building, and occupy two floors.

Each floor is 2,200 square feet. The third floor is our offices and studio theater. The top floor is our home. It used to be a loft where lamp shades were manufactured. Once upon a time it had gas jets. (No electric lights, no bathroom, no hot water, or heat.)

"Come in," I say.

"Wow,"  or "Gee," you'll probably think. Here in the middle of Manhattan, you don't expect to see a bright green enamel floor, a bright green enamel metal ceiling, and curved white walls.

"We can sit in here," I say, stopping at a curved wall, with a keyhole-shaped doorway. We walk through the keyhole and there we are.

(Click on the picture; when its larger, you'll see, in the slots on the curved wall, some of John Cullum's theater awards.)

JC and I have often have breakfast here.  Even in the middle of the winter, we feel like we're sitting on our front porch on a balmy summer day.

You look up and see sun pouring in from the skylight overhead.



In the corner there's a huge bird cage that was home for our white pigeon, "Little Soup," who stunned us when he turned out to be a she, and laid a beautiful white egg. (We also had a dog named "Teechie," a cat named Helpie," and three fish tanks -- I've written about them in some of my blogs.)

I pick up a large silver ashtray that's sitting on an large beige marble coffee table. "This is JC's trophy from playing a celebrity tennis match as Billie Jean King's partner." (JC, before he became an actor, played high-level tennis -- when I met his family in Knoxville, I was open-mouthed when I saw all the trophies he'd won.)

The furniture in the green room is white wicker. I point out the white rocking chair. "That's from my play 'Zinnia,' and those paperback books over there -- that's an antique baker's rack.

I lead you through our dining room. It's a 10-foot white Formica dinner table shaped like a huge mushroom, with five black and five white folding chairs around it. On the other side of the "push through" for dishes, is a smaller mushroom -- the kitchen table, and our kitchen.

Everything is brown, black or orange. The refrigerator is huge. There are cabinets galore. Dancing left and right, I can whip up a meal for two, four, or ten people in about thirty minutes. (No kidding, it's my Hawaiian-Chinese recipes -- I love to cook, got a knack for it.)

We move into a brown room.

It's a hangout room -- walls covered with patches of patterned cloth -- shades of red and brown -- squares, rhomboids, and triangles. It's got two comfortable brown-velour couches, a large black marble coffee table; end-tables are logs. Book shelves and great lamps are everywhere.

Yes, that's a piano -- it used to be black, but with paint remover and a lot of elbow grease, JC and I turned it into a golden brown. The hangout room is where we shoot videos for Air Broadcasting, our YouTube channel. The Mac Computer (it has a camera) sits on the piano and films us -- we sitt on the piano bench.

Yes, our home is practical -- easy to keep clean, and there are plenty of closets -- also a room with a separate entrance for JD, our actor son. With JD in Hollywood, it's where JC makes me rye bread, using our bread machine).

There's a real laundry room.  I've got my own lime green bathroom. JC has a white and forest green one.

The bedroom is an attic room in the middle of New York City. Real brick, pointed -- no ceiling -- just the beams, and above the beams is the roof of the building. It's brrr cold in there in the winter, but great for sleeping. Here's a peek at foot of the bed.

P.S. In the hangout room, behind the brown chair with a yellow X on it's cushion, there's an Em "thing" on a wall that used to be a no-color burlap. Now it's my eight-foot by four-foot "Heart" doodle -- worth a click.  I sat on ladder one evening, and did it with chalks. 


I ask, "Do you want coffee, espresso?  Hot tea, or ice tea? Where would you like to sit -- in the green room or in our hangout room?"

We'll probably settle in the green room. No doubt about it -- our home is an interesting  mish-mash of styles and colors  that's ... well ... it's like a stage set. John Cullum loves it and  belongs here, and I certainly belong here; it's our home-made "home sweet home."

6 comments:

SCOOPDAA said...

Totally enjoyed this visit = Love your home & multi-purpose building = Especially enjoyed sipping that tea & chatting w/ you in-person = Hope to visit again soon...

Anonymous said...

Emily this is lovely!!!! I was forwarded here from your facebook post displaying a wonderful English tea set. I am reminded of home and the many tea rooms. I would opt for an espresso however, probably a double, my wife would have hot tea with milk. The American in her likes everything English, and the English in me likes everything American, apart from the politics! I am going to be looking at this post all day long. Your best post to date.....and you do have some good ones! Wishing you and John and warm day. Your friend, Kevin

Stan said...

Beautiful home. Thanks for the visit.

Unknown said...

I absolutely love your house. I'll be right over for tea!

yvonnesalex said...

Just as I imagined your home would be, well sort of I knew it would be interesting, I knew it would be colorful and full of personal touches, BUT and that's a big but I never in my wildest dreams imagined you had a bread making machine! Love it! :)

Marie Stout Newlin said...

Just as I suspected. Thanks for the tour. I love coffee. I love tea. Let's have a Java Jive one for you and one for me. And thank you, Em, very much.