Friday, July 11, 2008
Tasteless
I went into the design center with all of the confidence in the world. Jeff having battled the stomach bug last night limped along next to me. I tried to get him to reschedule, but his words to me last night were, "let's shit or get off the pot with this house." Little did he know that he would be embracing that motto all night long. Oh, that sales lady was good, she had me thinking that I was a interior decorator.
I felt confident with my design choices when I got home. I had taken a picture of the tile, carpet,backslash, and granite together just so I would remember and show my mom that I was a big girl. I downloaded the pictures excited to email them to my mom and then I looked at them. What the heck was I thinking? I was not designing a bachelor pad. The granite counter tops were so dark, the tile so... I don't know. I am just sick. I need to go back and change everything. With my tail between my legs, I will need to go and ask my mom to come with me. Ok so even rich people have their designers pick everything out right? I just hope that we can convince the center to not charge us for another "sitting". I am including the picture of the sink faucet because I KNOW that I like it.
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There is that commercial where the couple goes into the architect office and says, "Design a house around this." And places the kitchen faucet down on the desk.
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