I was listening to Les Miserables last night while looking at a magazine spread of Ralph Lauren interiors.
That is obviously what inspired the dream I had.
I dreamed a dream of Ralph Lauren
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that he would decorate my house
I dreamed that he would be not expensive
Then I was young and so naive
So dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no mortgage to be paid
No song unsung
No college tuition
But the budget talk comes at night
With my husband’s voice soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream towards Target
And still I dream he’ll come to me
That I will live the years with velvet
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather
I had a dream my life would be
So different from this budget I’m living
So different now from what it seemed
Now Ralph Lauren’s fee’s have killed The dream I dreamed
All interiors, needless to say, are by Ralph Lauren.
And if you didn’t get this post try listening to this
It’s August 21st. Today marks my very first normal day since 1979. Meaning, my house is not on the market, I’m not packing to move, I’m not unpacking from a move, I’m not being chased by a pack of very aggressive geese (really did happen last week), I’m not leaving for a trip, planning a major event, or staying at someone else’s house because I am homeless, I don’t have house guests (8 just left including a baby and a 4 year old not including a small dog and a really big dog), I’m not on percocet (Yes, my husband had to call 911 2 weeks ago because I was paralyzed on the dining room floor due to a very unwelcome back and nerve issue.) and my house is clean and semi-to do list free (I actually just refuse to make a new to do list so therefore that counts as not having one.) So today is normal. It’s 5:53 pm as I write this so I hope I don’t curse it. Watch, any minute a small car of 27 clowns is going to pull up, or the dishwasher will explode, or a reporter will show up wanting to interview me about bees while I am holding large stuffed animals (Oh, wait, that was yesterday.)
To celebrate this normal day I thought I would write a blog post.
Let’s look at not normal houses because really, who lives like this?
This poster was ripped. I didn’t like all the black. It needed custom framing because of its nonstandard size. And so it has sat in a poster tube for several years.
This was a framed article that was no longer relevant. So it has sat in a box. But–I loved the green custom mat, plus it had glass and a decent frame.
So I combined the art from the poster and the nice mat and frame of the article and made new art–for free. Thus, eliminating the need for custom framing, a poster tube, and a framed article taking up storage space.
