so I go to what in a just over a month will be the new abode, to measure up for curtains.
now it probably would have been a good idea to do this before I ordered the curtains, but the fabric was on sale and I got an extra discount for taking out a storecard, so I saved £££££s.
and now I have three sets of curtains that don't quite fit the windows - but hey! I saved ££££££s
which I'm thinking of spending on a piece of art for above the mantel piece - only the art I would love to have is too big (see, I measured the mantel piece and then asked for the dimensions of the piece of art. . . so at least I got that in the right order).
and then it really bothered me that I loved this piece of art, but it didn't "fit" the physical space where I'd like to have it - so what should I do? not buy it would seem the sensible option, but it is beautiful and it has been crying out to me every time I pass it (I'm on the street, walking a pace in my usual striding fashion like I have meaningful things to do and a real purpose to be doing them with; it is in a gallery, just hanging about in a nonchalant kinda way, waiting to be picked up by a new lover) - and it doesn't just cry out, it doesn't sob or winge, but it kinda calls to me in a siren-type way "take me home! I'm yours! you know we are meant to be together". . ..
maybe I need to change the route I walk, to avoid it? I wonder how many other people it cries out to? perhaps it is fickle, and cries out to all who pass? perhaps someone else has already succumbed to its potential and taken it home!.
I would never have thought I'd turn into the kind of person who (a) buys curtains because the fabric is on sale, (b) takes out a store card to get an extra discount, (c) considers buying a piece of art, (d) might not because it doesn't "fit the space" where I'd like to put it - am I middle-aged now or what? (actually, don't answer that) why am I tying myself up in knots about such trivia. . ..
I used to write a lot about the phenomena of the mid-life crisis, of being an over-developed hunter-gatherer/caveman at heart (perhaps I should just get the Small People to paint their hands and mark the walls and ceilings of the new abode? might be messier, but would probably be cheaper in the long run) (and I'm trying to involve them in the decision making about the new place - The Teen said he wanted an "American Fridge", not because the current fridge isn't big enough for our needs, not because he wants ice-cubes, but so that there is more space INSIDE the fridge when you open the door. . .) and other such thoughts, and now here I am blabbing on about curtains and talking art work and white goods (well, silverish actually, he wants a chrome fridge).
I think I need more coffee. . .