The Snow-Dome Theory

Ta-dah.

Mostly this post is for my sister in Jersey so she can see the new blue in the living room. (Marsh, did you know can comment anonymously with out signing up? You too, Berty.) You see, I have something I call the "snow-dome theory" of life. Basically, life is like a snow-dome. You can shake it up all you want but, at the end of the day, unless you really try otherwise, it all just settles in the same spots. What is the point of even shaking it up if it is just going to land in exactly the same plase 10 months later? Needless to say -- I was not interested in it all being stacked in the same piles. (Liz once said that if our family name reflected our behavior, i.e. Miller, Crabapple, Porter, ect., she would belong to the Stack family.) Maybe new paint, a little splash of something cool over there, a dash of this, a spot of that.

And I think we survived our snow-dome move home. I always say that stuff (papers, mementos, furniture, half cut out projects and the like) is like asbestos -- most toxic when airborne. When all your possessions are stuck to the walls and floor they seem down right benign. Moving it all here or there, now there lies the serious hazard. I like it when Marco and I bump into each other with our ideas. We don't naturally choose the same things for our house. In fact, just about anything else is easier in our marriage (and we got a whole lot of marriage going on.) But last week he was brilliant and picked out the loveliest leather sofa, ottoman and chair from an ocean of Naugahyde at RC Willey scratch & dent. Well done, Marco! Congrats are in order -- this is the first sofa we've purchased in our entire marriage. Next stop, the garrage!!!

I love that man.

(foggy family portrait)