If All Else Fails, I’ll Use The Swatch Cards For A Game Of Solitaire

Well.

Yesterday Sister and I went to Home Depot so that I could look at a few paint colors.

After all, I’ve only been talking about painting our bedroom FOR THE LAST TWO YEARS. I figure it’s high time for me to buckle down and maybe look at some paint swatches so that I can have the entire project finished just in time for Alex’s high school graduation.

Lofty goals!

Right now our bedroom is a really deep burgundy color that we inherited from the previous owners. You’d think that it would be right up my alley what with my love for a certain college team that wears the maroon and white, but living with the burgundy bedroom for the last three years has pretty much convinced me that I most like colors in the purple-ish brown family when they’re on spirit wear and in end zones. But bedroom walls – not so much.

There’s a lot of blue / blue green / green in this house, so I figure I’ll repaint our room with some color in that family. Honestly, my first inclination is to go with a light taupe because I just think that’s what you’re supposed to do – PAINT WITH THE LIGHT TAUPE – but I fell in love with the turquoise-ish color of the Drapers’ living room in the first season of “Mad Men,” and every single time I think about painting our bedroom some form of beige, I remember how Betty Draper’s decorative choices inspired me, and I resolve to be a little bit bolder.

It’s totally fine if you want to pity me for being inspired by the choices of someone WHO ISN’T EVEN REAL.

So here’s what I brought home from The Depot.

Okay. Obviously the second swatch card is waaaaaay too blue, but the second color on it reminded me of my imaginary friend Betty Draper’s living room.

Have I mentioned how much I love my imaginary friend’s imaginary living room?

These colors were Sister’s favorites, and they look much more green in real life than they do in this picture. I think the second one is really pretty – and it would look great with our bed (which is dark wood) and our white bedding.

David’s favorite is on the left, and that’s not really a surprise because he loves dark colors. I think our bed would get lost in the middle of all that dark brown, though.

This one, surprisingly, is my favorite. IT’S BLUE. And I’m not really a blue person. But there’s the prettiest touch of green in this shade in real life, and, well, I am intrigued.

What about y’all? Do you have favorite paint colors you’d recommend? Similar OCD tendencies when picking out paint? Temptations to throw all your paint swatches in a hat and pull one out and then yell WE HAVE A WINNER?

Any suggestions?

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December 9th, 2009 at 5:06 pm
This would go in my office … the one with the sassy red wall! Thank you!

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In Which I Dish On China

A few days ago David helped Mother / Martha / “Martie” move into a garden home (oh, the stories. THE STORIES.), and when he made it back to our house Sunday afternoon, he walked in the front door with a special treat.

GIN!

Oh, I kid. Kiddy McKidderson Kid.

Because do you know what’s really inside that box?

CHINA!

I know that might not seem very exciting to a lot of people, but let me tell you: I am such a fan of pretty dishes. Apparently I inherited the loves-pretty-dishes gene from my mama, and I have been crazy about china since I was in high school. It makes me laugh that I can be so sentimental about, you know, PLATES, but I totally am. I remember all the dishes my mama has ever owned, and if I ever happen to run across a full set of the everyday pattern that she used when I was a little girl, I’ll probably cry just a little bit.

Now I feel like I should go hide. Perhaps I’ve overshared.

Anyway.

Since Martha’s new house doesn’t have quite as much storage space as her old one, she was very sweet to give me 12 place settings of a china pattern that David’s daddy bought when he was stationed overseas back in the 50s. I can’t even tell you how much I will treasure it. The pattern is Noritake LaSalle, and I LOVE IT. It’s so different than anything else I have – I think it’s delicate and retro and modern all at the same time.

By the way, I’m pretty sure that you’re officially a grown-up when you enthusiastically snap a picture of a covered vegetable bowl.

But DID YOU NOTICE THAT FUNKY HANDLE? ISN’T THAT THE GREATEST THING YOU’VE EVER SEEN?

It took me all of five minutes before I started trying to figure out how I could mix the new-to-me pattern with dishes I already have. My fine china is Lenox Eternal, and I love how it looks with the LaSalle salad plate. I think they’ll look sassy on top of some charger plates I bought a few years ago at Old Time Pottery – they were a whopping $1.50 a piece, I think.

Won’t they all be so purty together on Christmas day? Is it wrong that thinking about all the mix-and-match china makes me a smidge giddy? Do I need to go hide again?

Maybe I need to go hide again.

I love the cups and saucers, too – even if the cup will only hold about two tablespoons of coffee. Because those two tablespoons of coffee will look fab next to that kicky handle, now won’t they?

So what about y’all? Do you use your “good” dishes on Christmas day? Do you have a favorite Christmas pattern? Do you like to mix and match the dishes you have? Or do you save yourself the headache of having to wash a bunch of dishes and just break out the paper stuff instead?

I Have So Many Thoughts

So this past Friday night I went to a book club Christmas party at my friend Leigh’s house, and somehow we landed on the subject of pageants. Everybody in our book club is from Mississippi, and between the six of us we know a fairly freakish amount of Mississippi pageant trivia. IT’S OUR HERITAGE, PEOPLE.

Anyway, we had a blast talking about different Miss Mississippi talents throughout the years, and by the time my friend Gwen showed us how she walked in the poise and appearance preliminary of Mississippi’s Jr. Miss, we were laughing so hard that we weren’t making any noise. The whole night was just a treasure.

When I got home from the party I decided to do a little YouTube research, and sure enough, I found some great Mississippi pageant moments online. But what proved to be an even bigger treat were the clips from old Miss America pageants. David and Alex were out of town, so I’ll have you know that I took advantage of my Friday night freedom by sitting at my desk for two solid hours and CLAPPING MY HANDS while watching YouTube.

I mean, IS THIS NOT A WONDER?

It’s probably my favorite Miss America talent of all time, if for no other reason than how thoroughly she handles her “guns.” She takes them out, she uses them, she puts them away, she takes them out again, she uses them again, she blows off the gun powder, she puts them away again, she takes them out one more time, she uses them one more time, she blows off the gun powder one more time, she puts them away one more time, AND STILL SHE NEVER QUITS CLOGGING. I say bravo.

Somehow all my clicking around led me to the Parade of States from the 1974 Miss America pageant, and I am not exaggerating when I tell you that I think it changed my life a little bit. I paused and rewound the clip more times than I can tell you, and I am so convinced that the entire world needs to bask in its brilliance that tonight before supper I made David watch it.

He just smiled and nodded and pretended to care. Clearly he doesn’t share my appreciation for fine American culture. Or bouffant hair.

I’ve been thinking for a couple of days about how I can possibly express the depth and breadth of my appreciation for this little nugget-o-70’s-gold, and I think it’s best to keep it simple. Which is why you’ll find a numbered list following the video.

1. I want to be friends with all of the dancers.

2. Dancer Kathy seems to have specialized in modern dance with a heavy concentration on the works of Bob Fosse. Well played.

3. Lisa, the former Miss Florida, likes to bust a move and isn’t afraid to break it down on national television. She also enjoys green.

4. Kevin Reynolds never figures out where he’s supposed to be looking. BUT HE KEEPS ON DANCIN’, BY DIGGITY.

5. About two minutes in, Lisa cranks up her moves again. It’s like watching Elaine Benes crossed with Ann-Margret in “Bye Bye Birdie.”

6. When Kevin decides he’s going to sing to the other camera, it’s still not the right one. But what he lacks in following stage directions, he makes up for with pure lip-synching effort.

7. Meanwhile the contestants continue to literally walk in circles. Over and over and over.

8. Around the 2:40 mark Lisa almost wipes out after a tricky spin, but thankfully she catches herself. That’s poise in action, my friends.

9. I can see somebody like Jessica Alba walking the red carpet in Miss Alabama’s complete ensemble. The hair, the earrings, the dress – the whole thing. Thirty-five years later, it’s all strangely modern.

10. Miss Georgia is DARLIN’ PLUS. I love her dress.

11. I bet Miss Idaho has wrestled with some profound regret about what she wore in the parade of contestants. It was an unfortunate choice.

12. Miss Kansas’ hair has some height and volume that frankly I find quite enviable.

13. Miss Michigan’s voice fascinates me. I’ve listened to her introduce herself at least seven times. It’s like some sort of golden harp.

14. Nobody has ever been less excited to be in Miss America than Miss New Hampshire. I want to hug her.

15. Ohio was fortunate to be represented by a very big bow. And also a cute girl with brown hair whose name I missed because OH MY WORD, THE BOW.

16. Miss Texas’ gown is divine. It looks like something Sue Ellen Ewing would have worn to a dinner at Southfork for the Cattlemen’s Association. Or maybe I’m projecting. But still: dreamy.

17. As Sister mentioned to me earlier today, this pageant was pre-implants, pre-Botox, pre-Restylane, pre-let-it-all-hang-out. And oh my goodness – these girls are absolutely beautiful. Natural. Unique. Real. And the clothes are FAB.

18. Reality television has taken the place of Miss America, hasn’t it? Girls don’t want to be Miss America; they want to be the next American Idol.

19. So before I start to overanalyze this whole thing, I think I’ll just watch the video again instead.

20. You can hardly blame me for wanting to practice some of those sah-weet dance moves.

I Have Only Myself To Blame

Let me be clear: this is just MY laundry basket.

Please note that YOU CAN’T EVEN SEE THE BASKET.

I have no choice but to tackle it. What with my preference for wearing clothes that are, you know, clean.

So I guess we all know what I’ll be doing this afternoon. My goal is to finish (wash, dry, fold, PUT AWAY) everything in the basket. And to not get sidetracked by the sheets that need to be changed. And the towels. And the dishcloths. And the this. And the that. And the other.

(By the way, does anybody else see the look of condemnation on Ally’s face in the background? She’s all, I never let my laundry pile get that big. You wouldn’t find yourself in this situation if you’d do a couple of small loads every day.)

(I think she may even be rolling her eyes.)

(SOMETIMES SHE’S JUST SO CRITICAL.)

Anyway, I hope y’all are having a great day. I’ll be elbow-deep in Gain if you need me.

But the good news is that my Gain-covered elbows, they will smell DELICIOUS.

The end.

Out Of The Office

Well, it’s 10:30 in the PM, and I haven’t turned on the TV to watch “The Office” yet, and the odds of me actually staying awake – much less TYPING QUOTES – aren’t very good at all, my friends. They’re not very good at all.

There’s actually a very good reason for the hitch in my TV-watching plans. The comments on the HP giveaway sort of lost their mind this afternoon – apparently my “memory settings” need to be “adjusted” to handle the number of comments on the giveaway, and if you think I know how to fix that, then obviously you have me confused with someone who knows where to locate my blog’s memory settings. I actually have some Trained Professionals on the case, and I have a feeling that everything will be back to normal tomorrow.

At least that’s what I’m telling myself because that’s what I tell myself about everything. It’s a combination of denial and optimism that seems to work beautifully for me. I highly recommend it.

And you can still enter the HP giveaway, by the way – you just have to refresh the giveaway page and then make sure that ALL the comments load before you start scrolling down the page to leave your comment. Really, it’s exactly the same kind of professionalism and reliability that you’d expect to see from, oh, a Prodigy page back in 1995. Maybe even an AOL message board circa 1997. I like to stay on the cutting edge with my commenting interface – as you can clearly tell.

So other than all that nonsense, I have nothing else to report. I’ve done a little Christmas baking this week, which means that right now I am on a sweet / salty merry-go-round that shows no signs of stopping. Cake batter! Herbed RitzBits! Hershey’s Kisses! Bacon! Peanut butter cookies! Cheese grits! I’m a little scared that in a week or so I’m just going to be alternating a handful of sugar with a handful of kosher salt.

And I’d totally eat the kosher salt last. Because everybody knows you have to end on salty. Ending on sweet will never do. YOU END ON SALTY.

I’m so glad that we’ve once again tackled the tough issues. SOMEBODY HAS TO.

Have a great weekend, everybody!

And don’t forget Nester’s Christmas Tour of Homes on Monday!

p.s. YOU END ON SALTY.

p.p.s. I’M NOT KIDDING.