Now, when you are a couple you carefully weigh and measure each domestic purchase, consult each other and try your best to comprimise and end up somewhere between what you really wanted and what he really wanted. You end up with some semi-ok furniture, some art that you like/don't like and a whole lot of brown.
My place looks really grown up. And it dosen't suit me anymore. I am in the middle of re-inventing myself and breaking out of that Calgary =housewifey- SUV driving -painting restricted shell that I was in for nearly a decade. I want out so bad that I am kicking and screaming.
Now that it is just little ol' moi, I am wondering what to do and I can hardly contain myself. I want to chuck out the entire lot and start over. I want a big blue chair and a kelly green sofa, modern table and some humungous and rediculious pillows to throw around. I want to pull out my ugly doll and put him smack in the middle of the room. Forget the ugly doll, I want to wear bright orange lipstick and be brave enough to kiss the one I have a crush on - yes, invite him over and plant a wet one on him while he is sitting on my fabulous sofa. While we are at it I want a new wardrobe as well. Enough of the conservatitve all black get-ups I have been wearing - or rather hiding behind. I want a new pair of shiny red boots and a white jacket. A green wolly jumper paird with stripy leggings. (of course I will wear my obscene lipstick - why the hell not!)
I am sick of shopping at the gap - I want to shop at the cool shops of Main and in Yaletown.....Trade in my forks for colourful chopsticks.....be invited for dim sum in Chinatown, not the local mega-mall.
This needs to translate to my office. I need to paint these mud colour walls a flirty light blue or red and then pack away all the useless office tools and fill up a jar with buttons from all the styles we have....ohhhh....yeeeessss.
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I am afraid of colour as well. I will always default to black or brown "safe" colours.
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