They came over last night for our initial consultation and ended up staying for several hours, walking around the house saying things like, "How do you feel about this banister?" and, "I'd like to see a window seat/reading nook here surrounded by floor to ceiling drapes" (I WOULD LIKE TO SEE THAT TOO!!!)
After being introduced, J-dog and V-meister, who only minutes before had been launching themselves headlong off the furniture, scattered to various corners of the abode faking shyness, leaving us to peacefully discuss our tastes and "vision" with Chris and Brett over a bottle of wine. I learned that I could talk about my pattern and color preferences for hours, and also that the P-Dawg has an enormous secret collection of Japanese prints and a bottle of Absinthe stashed away under lock and key in our wine cellar.
Eventually P-Dawg went upstairs to check on the kids and found our daughter sitting up in bed, sucking her thumb and twirling a lock of hair around her index finger with great intensity. The V-meister was clearly stressed out.
"What's up, V-Meister?" asked the P-Dawg.
"Are those decorators still here?"
"Yes."
"Are they decorating the house right now?"
"No, we're still just talking about it."
(*suck, suck, suck, twirl, twirl, twirl*)
"Daddy, I don't want those decorators decorating my room."
"Okay."
(*suck, suck, suck, twirl, twirl, twirl*)
"I will decorate my OWN ROOM."
"Okay."
"With balloons and streamers."
"Okay."
"I will decorate it with balloons and streamers, and also butterflies."
"Agreed."
"Those decorators will NOT decorate my room."
"That's fine."
With that settled, the V-meister relaxed into sleep and the P-Dawg went back downstairs to learn about the exciting differences between broadloom and berber.
And example of the V-meister's mad decorating skillz.
5 comments:
wow. designers. fancy.
Aww, sweet girl!
I could understand her fear. What little girl wants a bunch of grown men designing her room?
Has it really been a year since you moved? Where has the time gone?
Has it really been a year since you moved? Where has the time gone?
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