Over Christmas break, we went rug shopping with my mom and it was just about the undoing of James, who pulled me aside at one point to let me know that he had an hour left in him before he was going to start arbitrarily making snap judgements. But it’s HARD to pick a rug! As I expressed to James in a moment of total rug anxiety:
“I’m just having to grapple with the tough issues of the ambiance of our home.”
The rug prompted a full living room makeover… as much of a makeover as you can do on a budget, in a small space, and without the ability to paint the walls. It was basically a trip to Ikea, wherein I gave over to my total love of the primary colors, proving once and for all that they are not just for elementary school building blocks. I also found those cool sticks that someone was throwing out and I love them. James, on the other hand, is not so sure.
“Sticks are for outside.”
“No, it’s like a decorative thing now.”
“But we are inside. “
“I know, but they are curly and cool!”
“I repeat: why are there sticks behind our chair?”
“Because I love them.”
“How long are they going to stay?”
“Until I’m ready to get rid of them.”
“Ok, well, I’m ready when you are.”
“It’s like we’re old people… and I think I’m ok with that.”
Me too, Husband, me too.