Today I had a really enlightening conversation with my dad. He was telling me about my mom (after I told him how I scheme and dream all day about what I want to do to my house to optimize every room) and how she gets this look in her eye then says something like, "you know, I've been thinking, and we really have to do something about _____." Something of course that to my dad looks perfectly fine as it is, but to my mom needs to be tweaked. Then she'll sprinkle it into conversation however she can and do her best to convince my dad that the only two options are to do what she wants to do, or do something expensive and hard. (In this case, move a chandelier to be centered over the table, or move the table to be centered under the chandelier, which would require the purchase of a hutch to balance out the room.) Keeping things as they are is never an option.
I just read this back and have an awareness that my story isn't going to be funny to you at all, but as he was telling me all this, I was laughing. Hard. Laughing with my head thrown back, tears stinging my eyes...because I am totally my mom. It happened a long time ago, and one in a while I'm reminded. (I can't think of a better person to turn into.)
After agonizing over curtains for the master bedroom, I finally just bought these at Z Gallerie. I wish they had them in black, but gray will work. It will. If I need to embellish these with a little black ribbon along the seams...well then...we will see. This was a major accomplishment for me, because it means one less first-world problem I have to jabber to my husband about incessantly. Now to find a curtain rod...
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You've been your mom for a long time... at least, as long as I can remember. I love it.
Holls, I have been laughing at this post for a while. It is so true. I love those curtains too!
Okay, so I don't necessarily do this with home decor, but I was laughing at your post because I see this in pretty much every other aspect of my life. Case in point, I'm organizing a fireside which is going to be AWESOME, but the woman I have gotten to speak isn't available until February 2013. A normal person would put it on the back burner and focus on more pressing concerns, but not me. At this point, I have jabbered incessantly to my wife and have already figured out the musical number (and made requests to those who will be involved). In my mind, NOT thinking about it is NOT an option.
I probably need therapy.
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