My decorating consultant should be fired
I’ve gone through a few decorating trends in my day. A very brief brush with everything wallpaper about 20 years ago. And the mauve era that thankfully went away. Now I like anything that reminds me of the beach—blue and white, sea shells, life guards. Yeah, I know. Who decorates with life guards? That’s just my imagination working overtime. I keep the beach-look minimalist since we live in Texas, but I do love the clean colors.
My daughter is often my shopping companion, and she likes to help me choose things for the house. She assisted with a recent fabric purchase when I made new curtains for the den. And now she’s campaigning for a redo of her bedroom. I’m not sure why. She’s rarely in there. She spent last night sleeping on a pallet on the floor next to my bed.
She wants me to paint her room pink. Right now it’s a lovely combination of periwinkle blue (my favorite color) and white. I stalled her with, “You keep your room clean, and we’ll paint it.” Seemed like a fair trade. Two months later…it’s still blue and white.
I really can’t trust her decorating judgment due to a recent discovery in my bathroom. I asked her, “What’s up with the naked Barbies on my doorknobs?” She giggled. She couldn’t come up with a good reason, other than she thought they were funny. Me too. But I doubt Martha would share the laugh with us.
My daughter is often my shopping companion, and she likes to help me choose things for the house. She assisted with a recent fabric purchase when I made new curtains for the den. And now she’s campaigning for a redo of her bedroom. I’m not sure why. She’s rarely in there. She spent last night sleeping on a pallet on the floor next to my bed.
She wants me to paint her room pink. Right now it’s a lovely combination of periwinkle blue (my favorite color) and white. I stalled her with, “You keep your room clean, and we’ll paint it.” Seemed like a fair trade. Two months later…it’s still blue and white.
I really can’t trust her decorating judgment due to a recent discovery in my bathroom. I asked her, “What’s up with the naked Barbies on my doorknobs?” She giggled. She couldn’t come up with a good reason, other than she thought they were funny. Me too. But I doubt Martha would share the laugh with us.
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