While my eldest is away, I have been secretly planning a reno of her bedroom- for weeks and weeks I have been mentally decorating every square inch of her room, all the while keeping this from my husband. However, before you get excited, IMO there are some things that don’t need to be discussed… types of toilet paper…. brands of detergent…. quality of sheets….. and lastly, decorating.
Day after day, packages arrive at my door at all hours of the day, bringing my wares from all over the country- and with each delivery, I quickly and quietly drag them into the dining room and store them in the center of the room.
“But Rochelle, if you’re trying to be secretive, why would you openly place them?”
Its a terrible travesty that my beloved has a retinal disease that prohibits him from seeing the obvious. A quick example so that I can get to the point of this post: if there was an elephant wearing a hot pink dress and Rodan and Fields’ lashes, he would ask what that stench was.
Needless to say, I will need to provide some explanation to him first thing in the morning when the painter and installer come to begin the transformation.