I have the day off, though I was scheduled to work, because my right arm is giving me grief.
I start the day with a little priming and staining.
At about two o'clock, I leave with a small list in hand: I am on the hunt for a lamp, a shade, pillows, a throw, a tray, picture frames, you know, all the things that give the room that well pulled together look.
Except nothing is pulled together. I have two kinds of wood: bleached grey and cognac. For colours, I have two shades of barely there blue-green and black and white. For metallics--should I gogold--or silver? I can glam things up--or go organic. Target has a lampshade with leaves picked out in gold--organic and glam!
I decide: I am not making any decisions in the store. I will buy both kinds of wood, all the colours, faux animal fur of every kind--I even bought some plain flannel sheets thinking they'd make a cool blanket. I bought shiny things and rough pottery things and tall things and short things.... I went completely nuts and turned off my inner no.
I got home at nine thirty. Seven and a half hours of shopping. I spent a fortune--and you can bet more than half of this is going back. But it will be fun to play!