I read a funny post from Kim at Savvy Southern Style the other day and it rang true with me. She said that every time she walked past a piece of furniture it talked to her. She finally decided to listen and repaint it. I've had the same thing happen to me a lot lately.
Sometimes when I'm in a hurry my Dining Room serves as a pass-through to the Mud Room. I scurry past the buffet and the bowl/urn/vase thingy on top whispers "I'm boring".
I usually just ignore it or reply that it is way at the bottom of my list of things to tweek. I'm talking about an actual, tangible list that comes with me wherever I go. It usually looks something like this:
candle - family room mantle
fern - vase in hallway
pillow - living room sofa
lampshade - master bedroom
The list grows as payday draws closer. Yesterday that list took me to Michaels. Does anybody else spend hours aimlessly roaming the same aisles of this fabulous place? I found myself in the aisle with the fake fruit and pheasant feathers. Who's the guy that decided to put those in the same aisle??? Anyhowie, I looked down and saw a bag of pheasant balls! And then a fight broke out between the mini-me on my left shoulder and the mini-me on my right shoulder. Left "You don't need it". Right "Yes I do! Remember that bowl/urn/vase thingy?" Left "It's too expensive - $24.99!". Right "True, but I have a coupon silly!".
Right mini-me won and the bright and cheery pheasant balls came home with me.
Before, too much of the same color.
After, a splash of color.
Now when I walk by there is silence and a sense of satisfaction on a job well done.
Hope your week is off to a fabulicious start. Anyone see The Real Housewives of New Jersey last night? I fell asleep!