The day after our 200 Year Anniversary Party I saw it and stopped in my tracks and gaped in horror. We had been madly cleaning in preparation for the party for only a few days due to the continuing construction zone but it seemed that things were pretty well picked up. I had not inspected under the bed as there is an inch of dust covering a lifetime of decorating magazines (see “Design Until We Drop”) and it was not something that I would be able to get to before the party.
The remodel has not yet hit the master bedroom/bathroom thus tidiness is key as well as a distracting focal point. Holli Thomas delivered the bedspread I’d commissioned just the day before the party in the continuing evolution of the funky bed. The fabric reminds me of my grandmother. She had a straw purse embellished with peacocks in the 70’s and when I saw the pattern in the colors of my bedroom it seemed a perfect fit.
How and why I didn’t see it until the next day is beyond me but there it was, plain as day, as it had been the previous evening as sixty people meandered about checking out the new digs.
And no, I am not making it up.
HA. Chicks sometimes worry about all the details nobody will notice. I’m sure we have not been ousted from any party list due to the dust under the bed but there must have been some conversation amongst anyone who looked further into things such as where we hide the sex toys.
Would you die of embarrassment or laugh or both?