I was enticed by the promise of flaking paint and happy faces.
I knew it was wrong. I knew you'd be disappointed. Why am I acting out like this? Heck if I know.
If it said "Shannon", I would so go in for my free rose. Do you think he's a stickler for exact spelling?
While we're here, I'd like to dispense of what is perhaps my most valuable decorating advice: Find a color palette for the main living areas of your home, if not for your entire home. It makes life so much easier and eliminates a good portion of the "Should I/Shouldn't I" internal debate.
If I find something in an acceptable shade of blue/green/grey/aqua/white/black, I'm probably going to buy it. If it's chippy wood or metal, I dare you to try to stop me. If I find something in a lovely shade of red or yellow, I'll get excited to help my mom decorate and I'll keep on walking.
In following this tenet, I am free to snatch something up, even if I have no earthly idea what I'm going to do with it. I can buy it with the full confidence that I'll find a home for it somewhere.
No, that is not the look we're going for.
Unless you're talking about the look of our feet.
Allegan, I adore thee. Especially in the cool, snuggly Autumn.
See you on the flip-side.