We think differently.
The male and female of the species, I mean.
Take for example our front room. I think it’s fine whereas Herself wants to change the floor, the furniture, the walls and even the ceiling.
The one point I agreed on was the furniture, or rather the armchair and couch which were too big, flouncy and jaded looking. I mentioned that once and that was my downfall. Herself had found a weak spot in my defenses and she started looking up furniture on the Interwebs. Over the course of several years [yes- years, not months or weeks] she
did my head in occasionally showed me furniture she liked.
Eventually of course I caved in. Anything
for a quiet life to please my beloved. In February I went into Skobieville. I then walked into the first furniture shop I saw. The first thing I saw inside the door was an armchair. I sat in it, liked it and ordered one with a matching two seater. They said they’d deliver in six to eight weeks. I went home again and of course the first thing Herself asked was what had I bought. She asked about the shape. I said it was sort of angular and non-flouncy. She asked about the material. I hadn’t a clue but it wasn’t leather. She asked about the colour. I said it was a sort of grey.
I confess I have a bit of a problem with colours. It’s not my colour blindness [which is minor and I tend to get confused between certain shades of blue and green] but my disability to describe colour. To me, red is red but apparently there are all shades of red from dark to pale and I can’t describe them. although Herself has a range of reds like wine, or terracotta and various other shades. My description of “grey” didn’t cut the mustard and I had to be more specific. I couldn’t.
six to eight ten weeks passed and yesterday the new furniture was delivered. I confess I was nervous, having spent a four figure sum and there was no going back. If Herself didn’t like the colour, the shape, the material or the smell of it I was fucked for years to come. The nearer we got to the delivery date, the more nervous I became.
Anyhows the old furniture was removed and the new brought in and unwrapped. It looked fine and it was now easier to get around the room so I was happy.
demanded to asked if she could see it.
She maneuvered herself in and sat on the couch. I held my breath.
She was delighted. Perfect colour and material not to mention size. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Even more amazing she sat back and proclaimed that she loved the room. No mentions of paint, drills or sledgehammers. She admired my taste and said it was exactly what she had wanted.
Wonders will never cease.