The Cross House
I am ruggin’ out. Ruggin’ out, man!
Today I laid down the THIRD rug in the parlor of the Cross House. Yes, the THIRD.
And…I like it better than Rug #1 and Rug #2.
But………….I don’t love love love it.
In the last image, you will note, too:
- The redone walls are now complete.
- The tall white floor lamps have vanished (they were kidnapped by aliens).
- A pair of gorgeous candle sconces have appeared, moved from the round Receiving Room.
Rug #3 is the original one I wanted two years ago but at the last minute ordered Rug #1 instead. I had to pick up Rug #3 in Wichita, and my friend Carl was with me. After #3 was in the mini-van, he said: “Do you have some time? I think you need to look at some rugs at a store I like.”
We walked into the store and I fell MADLY in love with…
I wanted this rug SO bad. I lusted after this rug. I wanted to propose to this rug, for I knew we would live happily ever after.
But…what if I was wrong? I had felt confident about Rug #1 and #2 and #3. Was I to become the Zsa Zsa Gabor of rugs?
Tonight, on one website, I realized that I could photo-shop my newest object of adoration!!!!!!!!
I was suddenly unsure. Was this the right, perfect choice?
Ahh…ahh…could I get the engagement ring back?
For, I truly loathe matchy-matchy. And the object of my adoration was, perhaps, a bit too matchy-matchy.
Yep, I definitely needed the ring back.
OK! Now that I was back in the market…
At this point my brain is ready to explode.
But I am pretty sure that I will return #3.
And I will be dreamin’ about #16 and #18. And #15.