About a month ago, I told you all about my wife's painting exploits, about how she had decided that my library and the dining room were in need of a new color. Along with the new paint would come new curtains and new accent pillows. It just occurred to me that I have never showed you the finished product. But, before I do, a word about this accent pillow business.
Pam is big into pillows. They are everywhere in our house. They are beautiful and stylish. Only, I'm not allowed to actually USE THEM. The other night I was sitting in one of my library chairs, relaxed and reclining when she walked through the room and gave me one of her famous sideways glances . . .
Pam: Um . . . could you not sit on the pillows that way. You’re squashing them, and they are getting wrinkled.
For a second I thought about asking her just how she proposed that I sit on the pillows without wrinkling them, but thought better of it. It reminds me of those dainty hand towels that my mother used to put out in the downstairs bathroom growing up whenever guests were expected. If you wanted to get good and chewed out all you had to do was dry your hands off on one of those babies!
So now, when I sit down in here, I first remove the pillow from the chair and lay it on the piano bench. Happy wife, happy life.
The girl's got skills. Just don't touch the pillows!!