Andy signed a lease for an apartment down in Bear Mountain (Lakewood) yesterday. Geoff, McKenzie and I went to look it over with him. Lordy, I am a mother hen! I swear I smelled gas from the heater. Evie, the apartment leaser, said she and her husband lived in it until recently. They moved right underneath it. She is still alive and bright eyed, so I suppose I shouldn't worry. The mother's alarm antennae went shooting up when Evie just commented, "Oh yea, somebody left the heat on." I will ask the gas company to investigate if the smell lingers. No giving Andy a new toilet seat as a housewarming present, or helping decorate. This is his place. Just the gas thing, I promise.
All of this newness got into my blood a couple of days ago. McKenzie and I went to the liquidation sale at Linens and Things, then to American Furniture Warehouse's Veteran's Day Sale. I think the post office, library, and American Furniture Warehouse are the only ones who still observe that holiday. Anyway, I decided to redo my own bedroom. McKenzie has a talent for design, as we all well know. First 20 minutes are great with this little designer dynamo: "No. No. I don't see a thing." This was at Linen's and Things. Then I go into the gotta get something mode and she begins asking where we're going to eat lunch. As I pile possibilities (yes, the stockers hate me, because I go to another part of the store to unload and reevaluate), she starts listing the restaurants around. So, by the time we're ready to leave, I've gone through half a dozen permutations of room designs, and she's so famished she'll eat anywhere. This is how we work. It's a very good partnership.
So then we eat Buffalo style chicken wings and go to American Furniture Warehouse. She has never been in an American Furniture Warehouse. Is that possible? McKenzie is fascinated by the place. It has so much! She has to sit on the big comfy chairs. There really are couches with cup holders. I send her one way to look for a bedroom chair, while I go the other to look for a lamp. Ten minutes later, she catches up: "Jill! Jill." I cannot get used to being called my own name by my own daughter. However, she feels this is less embarrassing in public. She has found some great chairs! We sit in all of them. Then we decide to decide later, and go off looking for a lamp. We find some great lamps! One I really love, that Geoff will think is from Mars. But it sheds such a terra cotta glow, I must have it. We buy the space lamp and head for Target to see their chairs. By this time, McKenzie has developed indigestion from the chicken wings. Target is cut short, because they don't have anymore glowy lamps (as I decided I need another by the bed) and their chairs are not as good. But I do find a modern table to put the space lamp on, so we do not leave empty handed.
Thus it is, that this morning I am washing 4 sets of gold twin sheets. The winners at Linen and Things @ $14.99/set! And I am hanging them on the new wood post rods, with those ring clips--no sewing for me. I have stripped the bedroom of all things country, and I am going space age modern. Except for the bed, which is a canopy bed I have had since I outgrew my crib (no kidding, Mom will verify) and I will put the fitted sheets on the canopy (which I haven't used in a while) as a balloon valence (as I saw a lot of balloon valences in the curtains section at LT, and I may as well try it). This morning I got up at 5 am, before Geoff, because I didn't have a bedside table or lamp or clock. My bed is also placed at an angle, which makes it much easier to get to the door--now a straight shot. So, what a good morning lies ahead. Extreme makeover my way!
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