Tuesday, October 02, 2007
"H" went hunting and bagged two Zebra chairs. I don't know what got that going, but I now have two of these zebra chairs in the living room, one leopard table, and a purple couch, AND a wine colored chair, and a horribly ugly worn area rug. And a flowered couch that my daughter gave us and it was her first furniture purchase from Helieg Myers and her and I both feel bad about it going away. But something has to go. The couch needs cleaned badly. But throwing something away because it's dirty goes against my grain. Then its the only place I have to go when "H" starts snoring other than the floor or the bathtub, both of which are very hard to get out or up from. I should be joyous over my new furnitures - but I feel depressed because I haven't been able to choose them. I feel like a boarder in my own house. Oh whine - I'll get over it.....its just that daughter and I don't do well with loss anyway - and these "things" must have long attached cords to us somewhere - - ah, yes, hooked into our hearts perhaps. And, if I had red light bulbs, the decor could be misconstrued as being dangerously close to "bordello" decor....dear, dear.....I had hoped for New Orleans southern style....well, we'll see what evolves. Hattigrace and I are going to create a sexy studio here soon.