Just when you think you know where everything is going, you realise that your husband and yourself speak a different language entirely, and before you know it, the dressing table you’ve dreamed of in your head, with just the right amount of light behind it, becomes a radiator.
We had this discussion! I know we did. The dressing table I had when I was a child is destined for the back wall of our bedroom – for we all know that too much light behind a mirror is just wrong, and conjures up very depressing reflections involving bags and lines and black things that you can ignore under better illumination. By tucking the dressing table on this particular wall, we would minimise the glare, and thus preserve the illusion of youth.
I guess it serves me right for being so very vain. Because now, where the dressing table will have to go, the light is all wrong. I will not be able to hide from the truth – bags, lines, wrinkles and black things included.
I can hardly grumble, I suppose. Big Seymour has spent the weekend fiddling with intricate shards of copper creating a beautiful steampunk sculpture under our floors. It just so happens that where the pipes pop up, the radiators must go, and I can’t very well go asking him to move them… But having already been surprised by where he put the other radiator in that room, I am starting to think that we really are speaking a different language. Or are on a separate planet altogether.
Further evidence for this is thus; we have decided to move the downstairs toilet to the lobby area – fine. But in Big Seymour’s head, this toilet would have simply sat, in all its glory, in the lobby. Right there. In full view.
“Hello, Mr Tesco man, welcome to my back door. Please shut your eyes whilst my child finishes on the loo, thank you very much.”
What was he thinking?
Thankfully, we have sorted that little misunderstanding out, but there have been numerous occasions when two people’s ideas about how a house should be laid out are very different… and when one person possesses all the skills, the other is left with only their powers of persuasion to make their point. Or sulking. I won’t bore you with the details of Big Seymour’s space-age breakfast bar-cum-cinema lounge, but suffice to say, I’ll be sulking a lot if that one comes to fruition.
There’s still a long road ahead, and many more discussions to be had, I’m sure. I now need to re-think the bedroom layout. The pipes are down and there’s no moving them. But I suppose it doesn’t necessarily mean that I can’t improvise… after all, maybe this is an excuse to look for a new dressing table. One that fits over a radiator… one that will give me lovely warm knees when I’m dealing with wrinkles, bags and black bits.
#everycloud
To witness our discussion re; the dressing table, please click here; https://youtu.be/Zei3ZMifP5k where you can see my VLOG which is accompanying my BLOG. (I’m getting better at this computer lark!)
0 Comments