Powder Blue, Brass & Glass

I love the Home Depot for 2 very specific reasons:

1. They have those genius carts that look like a car with the double steering wheels that my kids adore! This means I can shop with my children buckled in, and entertained, and not touching things, or asking questions, or begging for candy, or touching each other.  If ever a Peace-Prize could be awarded to an inanimate object, I think this would be our clear winner.  (Are you taking notes Trader Joes?  Love your store....but your cart situation needs some attention!)

2.  It a store of possibility!  It's a place where you can spend hours discussing what your brand new Kelly Ripa inspired kitchen is going to look like when you finally have the time and the money (30 years from now) even when you're just stopping in for some potting soil.  At the Home depot I can imagine all my door knobs matching, that brass and glass foyer light I've always hated gone, and the Bold Look of Kohler.  It's candy for a grown-ups soul, really it is.

So unless you have a really bad understanding of the concept of foreshadowing, I bet you can guess that I went to Home Depot this weekend? Specifically, I went for paint which in itself is a huge deal because as much as I want to shine our little house up, I am just DONE painting.  It's not that our current house doesn't a need a color re-do (what were the previous owners thinking? Was powder blue on clearance?) It's more that our first home before this was one that required "possibility and potential goggles" while signing the closing papers.  We spent the first 3 years of our marriage painting every wall in every room including the exterior until I didn't even need to read the sharpie names on the orange aprons at the paint counter anymore.  They knew us, and we knew them.  And naturally, as you can imagine, once all of my door knobs matched in that house and the last wall was painted.....we decided to move.

So anyway my extreme disdain for powder blue restrooms has been silenced my extreme fatigue of painting and I haven't been to that section of Home Depot for a while. But then this weekend, my husband made one small fatal error.  He decided to deep clean around a faucet. And being the extra prudent fellow that he is, he pulled the faucet off to do it....and I caught him.

Me:  "Hey, since you have that off, I want to run to Home Depot and pick out a new one!" (The old faucet was obviously picked out by the lovers of powder-blue.  I wish I could find them to give it back!  I have no doubt they are eating Pop Rocks while listening to Sinead O'Connor right about now...)

Luke: Well can you get a new towel holder too? I don't like this one and since we're changing things....

Me:  Well if you're going to pull the towel holder off, we should paint too!

And so on and so forth.....

Remember when I said my husband made one fatal mistake this last weekend?  Make that 2.  The second, of course,  being that he sent me to Home Depot by myself thinking I wouldn't meander down a few extra aisles when I was done selecting paint. Speaking of paint,  I love that there is a huge sign on the counter that says, "Men selecting paint colors will need written permission from their wives." I wish I had thought of that!  But I did think of another sign for them.  It goes like this:

"Men sending their wives to Home Depot alone for paint shall not hold us liable when she returns with new chandeliers as well"

Too specific? Not in our case!  So Luke spent the rest of night plumbing, painting, and hanging lights and I spent the rest of the night at happy hour with my dearest friends.  And they say marriage gets hard after 7 years?  Nah!  I say it runs more like a well-oiled machine where my husband understands that his best chance of peace is to send me out and shut himself in a closed bathroom.  He's not a pushover, he's a genius.  And that's why I love him!

Have a great week friends! 

PS....Anyone want a heinous light fixture?  Or should I save it for our community garage sale where inexplicably people will buy anything as long as you act like you're not ready to let it go?