My Lonely City

It occurs to me that the times I’m most interested in blogging are when I have something to complain about. You know, “I don’t like this about that,” “I can’t stand when this happens,” etc. And while I enjoy a good whine as much as anyone, surely there’s enough of that going around that adding to the mix doesn’t really accomplish much. So instead, I’m going to go off into another Next Big Thing. (And griping about that instead.)

I’ve been on a kick recently about redecorating my living room. Now, I’ve only been married four years, and we’ve lived in this house two years, and we have stylish, new (the year before we married) furniture, and the room is actually pretty nice. I just got the bug, you know? So I planned it all out (down to CAD drawings of the living room to arrange the furniture, a PSP drawing to play with colors, and a detailed price sheet including links to specific products) and had a marvelous time, as you can see:

And of course I start fiddling around with colors …

And since I want to be able to visualize these items in my living room, I have to draw scale models of them …

…and it’s all downhill from there.

Now, however, that I’ve actually located every piece of furniture and even made some headway deciding about colors, fabrics, textures … I’m not going to spend that money, you know? It was a fun thing to plan, but not a practical one to do. (Of course, I’m not big on practical anyway, but this is pushing it even for me.)

So I’ve decided to shift this domestic focus outdoors, and begin planning this year’s gardening attempt. I say attempt because it’s a rare plant that doesn’t whither and cringe at my approach. I’m also tinkering with the idea of patio furniture, because (unlike, say, living room furniture) we actually don’t have any. Except those two green lawn chairs Jared got when he was in college, and which I keep expecting to disintegrate the moment I sit in them. And they don’t count. So, yeah, gardening.

To be continued!