On another note...
The toxic Purple Peep explosion of last April has been cleaned up... finally. I lived with the purple walls for a year and this week while Ian was away, I repainted the bedroom. This time I went with a colour called French Silver. It is grey with a hint of blue in it and I am very happy with it. It is quite different to what was on the walls. I also sewed some matching curtains, added a little throw blanket to the end of the bed and changed the lamps beside our bed. These were the only changes I made to the room but they were quite significant. There was no new artwork hung on the walls and the bed linens stayed the same. When Ian arrived home I followed him into the bedroom to see his reaction.
"This is new" he said.
"Yes it is." I replied thinking that he was referring to the walls.
"Doesn't Kere have one just like this?" he asked.
I clued in that he was talking about the throw at the end of the bed.
"Yes she does. They were on sale." I didn't point out to him that it had been in use already downstairs in the family room, for two weeks. He had seen me snuggled up in it numerous times. I was suppressing the urge to giggle about that and the fact that he still hadn't noticed the change in the colour of the room nor the new drapes. He saw my face and knew something was up so he took notice of his surroundings. It finally dawned on him that things had changed. I think I may have a new nickname for him... Inspector Clouseau.
I think that was your Family History consultant at the door...knocking.
ReplyDelete...living or dead, I'm not sure.