Boredom interests me. I know it is an oxymoron-ish sentence but it does. It works out best in my life because, you know, my situation calls for a lot of patience and, well, professional dormancy. Before I go on and on about this already over-spoken about situation, let me explain.
I look for projects, well and badly executed, around the house. My single living companion, apart from the mister, Frodo was a project who happens to be thriving, thank you very much. The DC sun has agreed with him (one of those few people who is happy with the 116 F) wonderfully. While he basked in the sunshine and Brita cleansed H2O, I went around the house looking for something to change, to make interesting. I stumbled upon that one place I camp at the most, the living room.
Now, constantly tuning into HGTV has its own advantages. While I did know that clutter is not a decent way of life, I learned that design has no sane boundaries. So yesterday, after a very boring weekend, down came the decorative shelves and out came the potpourri and random trinkets. The man of the house objected to the feminine touch but I slily sent him back to his SkyDesi haven after he swapped our living room and bedroom lighting.
The situation right now is a bit of a mess while I figure out the changes but then, I am hoping to end up with a Zen inspired living space that we can both enjoy while watching, what else, Two and a Half Men. For now, I have my awesome lights for company. What else do I really need?