It all started with this...
I simply sat an oil painting up on the mantle
just to get it out of my way.
Then I decided I kind of liked it there,
so I left it and sat down to watch tv.
But I couldn't watch television because
the picture was talking to me.
It was telling me that the corner by the mantle
I hate it when home decor starts
talking to me.
Does that ever happen to you?
So I pulled myself away from my girls,
The Real Housewives of Atlanta,
and got busy.
A peaceful and relaxing corner now!
Some of you will recognize
my semi-famous Buddha.
He gets around!
See my little, antique mouse corkscrew?
Isn't he the cutest?
This little fellow was passed down to me
by one of my great aunts
who was a teetotaler.
I wonder why she needed a corkscrew?
Now I am wondering if some of my
ancestors had secret lives.
If only this little mouse could talk!
This wicker rocker belonged to my
great-grandmother on my father's side.
See the compartment in the chair arm?
That is where she kept her sewing.
Although my great-grandmother had many
grandchildren, my father was evidently her favorite.
He was the only one who got to sit in the chair
with her when she was sewing.
Her sewing supplies were in one chair arm
and my tiny father was on the other chair arm.
Isn't that a special memory?
After a long day of being ordered around
by home decor, Sweetie and I took
a break in front of a nice, roaring fire.
Does it get any better?
Yes, folks, the day started out
with an oil painting insisting that I redecorate,
and ended up with Sweetie
giving Lurch a night kiss.