For the past week, I have spoken to my husband about very little other than the pros and cons of a blue duvet vs. a cream comforter and whether or not we should buy a new dresser. Finally, a few nights ago, he asked…
And so, for twelve hours, I kept thinking of amazing decorating ideas to talk to him about, but instead of speaking them aloud, I had to stuff them into my heart…
But then, the next day came! And I did this:
And that’s when Benson gave me permission to hire an interior designer! Holla!
She came over yesterday, and though I was able to tell her in general things I like, I was pretty useless on specifics. “Do you like art?” she asked.
“Oh yeah. Totally love art,” I replied knowingly.
“Okay, like what?” she asked kindly.
“Well, just like, you know, framed art.” (I think I may be a really bad client, y’all.)
Now then, I buy this frozen macaroni and cheese every week from Kroger. (This will connect, I swear.)
It has no dairy.
It has no meat.
It has no gluten.
It’s possible that it’s made of plastic.
And Benson and I love it.
When I eat it, Benson asks if he can lick the bowl when I’m finished, and when he eats it, I stare longingly at his plate waiting on him to offer me a bite. Last night as I ate my last bites and Benson licked the box it came in, we spoke about our love for this macaroni. And then it hit me.
“Benson, I have an idea. When the designer comes over next time, I’m going to tell her to close her eyes.”
“Yeah?” Benson nodded, still licking.
“And then you know what I’m going to do? I’m going to feed her a bite of this vegan, gluten-free, soy-free macaroni.”
“Of course you should!” he replied.
Then I really hooked him in. I looked him in the eyes and said, “And I’m going to tell this designer, ‘You taste that? THAT, is what I’m wanting the bedroom to look like.’”
And now Benson is willing to talk to me about decorating stuff.