Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Archie and Edith Go South
Upon arriving in Charleston (ok, well before), I perused a handful (ok, stacks) of decorating books and magazines to glean ideas for decorating our "new" house. I had visions of a lovely living room with a sofa and two matching chairs.
There are some things I did not consider.
I like a festive fabric. My husband likes dark animal hides.
My husband likes to recline. I prefer to remain upright.
Our butts are shaped differently.
I wanted a chair that would go with our new paint color. I wanted to coordinate with the other objects that I had slated for this room. I wanted the room to be light and uplifting.
My husband really didn't give a shit. He thinks with his butt.
Perhaps I can work with this? In a world where there are worse problems, I can't complain (much). But the second he asks me to fetch him a beer, all hell will break loose and someone will have a serious problem.