Garniture
This isn’t really a garniture, I just like the word. Or at least, the specific trade meaning of “garniture” is a group of decorative objects made to be displayed together, and this isn’t that. I like the word because it sounds like a cross between “furniture” and “garnish” (it’s actually from the same French root as “garnish”). So it’s like furniture that’s only for garnish. And a garniture must be made of an odd number of pieces: three, or five, or seven is fine, but if you’ve got a pair of something they aren’t a garniture. They’re just a pair. Four of something is—I dunno, a gaggle? Six is just an unseemly profusion. Eight is an orgy. But three, or five, or seven, can be a garniture. The whole thing tickles me somehow.
In other news, my paperwhites are blooming, isn’t that nice?
February 2nd, 2012 at 8:15 pm
I thought it was going to be angry furniture for some reason.
February 3rd, 2012 at 9:20 am
Hah! I think I see why!
February 3rd, 2012 at 12:44 am
“Eight is an orgy”
I shall never look at my figurines of the eight immortals in quite the same way again! 😉
February 3rd, 2012 at 9:17 am
Ha ha ha!
February 3rd, 2012 at 3:59 am
Excellent. “Garniture” is a new one for me, and I’m similarly tickled. It’s nice to know that after so many years, there are still some words to discover. Your paperwhites are so lovely! A green thumb is on my long life list of things to cultivate someday.
February 3rd, 2012 at 9:19 am
I so don’t have one, which is why I’m extra-pleased that the bulbs my mom left with me actually did sprout and bloom!