I went on a clean-up kick last week, restacking fabric and sorting through my books. Within a couple of hours my studio was sparkly-clean and ready to take on the world.
Then, just as I was about to wrap it up and move on, Isaac caught the shiny- studio bug; it hit him hard! One conversation about blah-blah-beige-and-the -need-to-color-my-world and Isaac was off to the store for paint. Fantastic! It was like Dave-the-Slave Week, except my husband's not a Dave.
(Laura's invention - hers is a Dave)
How about a turquoise mirror, honey? Ooo, and a green chandelier. And those jars need red lids. Bright red. And I need a rod for some ribbons. And a couple more shelves too. Ooo, pretty. Now hang those over there and put these other things right here. Aah. Thank you, thank you, Macho-Sweetie-Good-Guy. ('Macho' being the key word amongst all of this funky froof)
Now the studio's all glammed up and I've got at least a week's worth of new blog-fodder. Watch out Mr. Beige... Oh, it's terrible.
(Token UHF reference to make my brothers smile - see footnote below)
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Footnote : ) The first hundred times Matt and Ryan played UHF were a torture, but somehow, after a while, the movie grew on me. Aah, the good ol' days of algebra homework and afterschool UHF.
I think it was my brothers' guffaws that grew on me, not the movie so much. Eventually I looked forward to each gag and my brothers rolling on the floor in laughter. I swear, my younger brother must hold the world record for how many times one joke can be rewound and played over and over... and over again. His favorite part was the "I'm thinking of something orange..." sequence, though Wheel of Fish and Conan the Librarian were certainly in the running. My favorite bit was Spatula City. WARNING: My fond memories do not constitute a recommendation. Rent at your own risk.
