Today I stopped by Pier One on the way home from the college to buy a throw pillow. Our couch is about 10 years old, and the side where Rob usually sits has recently become less than comfortable. There's some hard bar across the arm that's no longer covered by any padding. We needed a pillow so he could still sit there when we munch on popcorn and watch NCIS, or Bones, or Chuck, or whatever.
I'm not much of a shopper, but I've always dreamed of a beautiful, but comfortable, living room. My ideal living room would have hardwood floors, with a light colored couch, and bright throw pillows. Shears for curtains (which we have now --I love shear curtains), and some fun prints on the walls --maybe enlargements of some of Rob's amazing macro flower photos. Lots of light.
Of course, like almost everyone else, I live in the real world. Such a shame. Our living room has absolutely hideous carpet --it's some kind of greeny-blue color, and was here when we moved in. It's just gotten dirtier over the years. We were going to pull it up and live with badly finished wood floors, but when we pulled a corner up, we found plywood. Isn't that sad? I imagined really old wood floors (the house was built in 1845) with those wide boards. But no, just plywood.
Then there is the mantel and some small shelves. I'd like to have tasteful decorations and photos. We do, but in addition to that, we currently have two boxes housing a radiometer and a hand boiler, because Emma wants them on the mantel but doesn't want them to get broken. So they're in their respective boxes, just in case we decide to bat a balloon around the living room. We have a ceramic moon-reading-a-book candle holder that Emma found at a church jumble sale. And we have a bright pink origami pig --not a small pig made of a single piece of paper, but a five inch tall pig, made of hundreds of intricately folded papers and beady little eyes. Emma made it in Japanese class. It's sitting next to a statue of laughing buddha I gave to Rob for Christmas one year.
I know --I should cherish this time, because all too soon Emma will have grown up, moved out, and I'll be all alone. Part of me can't wait :-) I'm sure there's also a part of me that will miss her and her decorating touches.