I went back to bed after breakfast Sunday morning. I was searching for motivation to start my day and tackle some of the three million things I needed to do. I was sprawled diagonally on the bed looking at the prints K gave me for one of my birthdays. They still bring me joy even though K is no longer part of my life.
I wonder if it’s really possible to hate a lamp. I’ve been wanting to replace the lamps on the bedroom nightstands for a while. They were purchased at the Neiman-Marcus outlet store. K liked them but I was on the fence so I relented. Mack thinks they look sophisticated but verge on being prissy. Prissy or not, I think they have to go but it’s hard to find the right lamp for the room at a reasonable price point.
One of the best things I like about my bedroom is the orientation to the garden. I get to wake up to this view every morning. It’s shame I have to but on my glasses to clearly see it. It’s also a shame that on work days it’s too dark too see the garden.
I managed to roust myself from the bed after an hour. I worked in the yard for two hours before having lunch and making a run to Costco. Mike texted as I was leaving Costco so I dropped by to help him decide where to hang art in the new house.
The new house feels palatial even though it’s the smallest house on the block. The neighborhood is lushly landscaped and comes with strict covenants. A fence is not allowed unless it encloses a pool. Property lines are defined by landscape plantings.
Mike and I rode the light rail into town from the suburbs to meet the guys at beer bust. It was good to see the guys and hang out.
Then it was back to Mike’s for sausage and peppers. And another weekend came to a close.
what a view from your bedroom! and yeah, those bedroom lamps…not feeling it.
Sounds like a great weekend… relaxing for sure
Not a bad life.
I’d kill for that view. By the way I love the colours on your wall.
JP
You don’t have to kill. You could move here. It’s less expensive than London but also a lot less cosmopolitan. My friend, Cindi, helped with the color selection.
Cindy rocks.
JP
This may be reaching too far. If so tell me to can it.
Even though the prints bring you joy that are above your bed, is it possible that they may be blocking future romance? Prints for a birthday are very personal and this is your bed, your most personal space.
It’s not reaching too far. I never thought the art could be blocking a future romance. I picked out the pieces and he paid for them. He usually waited until the last minute to buy gifts so he spent to much money on something I didn’t need or want. Does anyone really need a Prada checkbook cover or a Bottega Veneta wallet?
I don’t think the art is blocking a romance. If anything, my standards and expectations are too high.