My Sunday posts are a place to dump all the leftover pictures from the week
that didn't make it into one of the other posts.
This leftover of George purring while I'm rubbing the inside of his ear is all I've got, though,
because I wasted way too much energy on home decorating ideas instead of taking pictures.
I'll blame it on the new coffee table. I've been shopping for a new coffee table for four,
maybe five years. Okay, maybe six. It's embarassing how long I can be paralyzed by indecision.
Poor Ethel has suffered through it all. I've emailed her pictures of options, she's emailed me pictures
of options, and I've opted to do nothing...until now. It finally dawned on me that I didn't really need
a coffee table; what I needed was a comfy place to put my feet up while sitting in my favorite chair
or on the couch. And now I've got it. Done. Whew.
But in my world, one thing always leads to one more thing, and as I sat on the couch
with my feet propped up on my comfy ottoman, looking at the wood stove
sitting in the corner all lonely and sad, I acknowledged that it is the single most important feature
in the whole house and it should have more of a presence...some gravitas indicative of its worth.
So I got this idea to raise it up off the floor and extend the stone wall and set it on a piece of slate
and add a stone mantel. Now if the contractor would just call me back with a price,
we can get this party started. But meanwhile, why not paint the dining room and kitchen?
Can you see the snowball rolling down the hill?
How many years will it take for me to select a color? None.
I have a self-imposed deadline of seven days, which is the next time I will be out and about
and near a paint store. I do my best work under pressure.