Although I can decide to change my entire life in 2.3 seconds, I cannot decide which fabric to buy or what jeans look good on me. I stop harried employees to ask their opinion when I know they don’t care. The fitting room sales associate never tells me my butt actually looks bigger in jeans, and the lady cutting my fabric has no clue if my prints will blend into my living room. I just cannot be held responsible for decisions made when I am shopping alone.
I hope you will remember this after I show you the pictures of my living room. If nothing else, I have definitely given it life; however, I think its’ life could use Xanax.
I fear my fabric took me in a semi-psychotic direction, but there’s no turning back. Pictures are coming soon…promise. Maybe Monday.
Aside from choosing three separate ‘groovy’ patterns for pillows, yesterday was really weird. You know those days where you just can’t be sure what will happen in the next minute? I had one of those. The down side is that every receptionist in America hates me. I have no idea why. I use my manners, bring my own pen, and refrain from sneezing on their desk. In an act of desperation, I may start bringing them cookies. The upside is that my mother gave me two $10 coupons to Kohl’s, making my denim capri jeans only $8.23 each, tax included. No matter what happened, that makes yesterday a good day.
BUT, I am still undecided on whether capri’s are flattering or frumpish on me. I’m a little short – not short like the lollipop kids on The Wizard of Oz, but short like I could use three extra inches. I only had my daughter’s opinion and you’ve seen what she’s done to my hair. She also likes my pillows. Enough said. I don’t trust her one bit. At any rate, I’ll be wearing denim capri’s all summer, frumpish or not.
Today school lets out at 11:30am. Why did they bother waking me up this morning to make my kid’s breakfast and get them on the bus? Just give them the entire day off and let us all sleep in. Unfortunately my opinions matter little.
Tomorrow is tax day. Put a damp cloth on your forehead, take a Xanax or a handful of M&M’s, and lick that stamp or hit send if you e-file. I hope you all get fat returns. If not, try this.
Now here’s my question…
Is it easy for you to make the ‘little’ decisions in life?
Do you labor over whether to stop at Wendy’s or Panera Bread for lunch? Whether to buy the dark wash or vintage wash jeans? Whether you should buy fabric with a black base or a brown base?
Do you make big decisions with ease while loosing sleep over things that just do not matter?
Will you come shopping with me next time I have a coupon?
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