I am continually in awe of how different we are from our male counterparts.
Martians and Venetians
waffles and spaghetti,
no matter which comparison you use
there is no doubt we speak different languages.
My brain is definitely spaghetti…
thoughts ever twisting, and turning from one thing to the next.
I often forget what the original thought was…
…like now for instance…
Oh, yes that’s right…
I wanted to share with you this sweet little table I painted a while ago.
This was a Goodwill find on a shopping trip with Angie.
Great condition, well made, but…well…kinda boring.
It was a bargain and in need of nothing but some paint,
so we brought it home.
I also liked that it was small. I like small things.
Well, it sat in my basement forever.
Every time I looked at it it just said, “boring” to me.
I couldn’t figure out what color it wanted to be.
White or grey?
Grey or white?
I finally just painted it grey hoping inspiration would strike.
When I finally had a creative flow I called Angie to tell her what I was doing.
Meanwhile hubby was hovering around in the kitchen
hoping I will make him some food.
“Who are you talking to now,” he said.
I waved him off so I could hear and continue with my conversation…
” I think it is going to be really cute!
It is just crying out for some kind of embellishment on the top.”
In the background I hear my sweetheart,
“Oh, the furniture is talking. It must be Angie!”
Martians can be so witty sometimes.
In the end I am happy with the way it turned out.
I believe that when the furniture talks, you should listen.