Same here! I would pick those colours and make that rug and be happy with my taste.
Tiny complaint: apparently my taste is tacky
My kids are being selfish douchebags and I hate them right now. To avoid yelling I’m just staying far away from them. Nobody in this house is happy.
I feel like a failure as a parent when my kids are jerks, and that makes me overreact to what they’re doing.
I mean, I love the hell out of that afghan. It pleases me deeply – it’s exactly what I wanted it to be! It is not what I would call High Class Showroom Decor™, though, at least not in the US.
(ETA: I think this is where The Chip On My Shoulder from Not Growing Up Fancy shows. I tend to assume that everything I like is distinctly uncool.)
And if it’s really from the 1970s, I guarantee the sofa that it was originally laid upon was also hideous in some way, probably several ways at once. None of these ways will have coordinated with the agghan, however.
Ah yes, I also feel the need to constantly apologise for my home not being a showroom.
I’m pretty sure that’s a normal reaction and I empathize so hard.
GATED COMMUNITIES. I just spent 40 minutes failing to deliver an order.
Also my garbage disposal is broken and YouTube did not help me fix it.
A seal on a back molar just broke. Never had actual fillings, but very deep crevasses in that molar. So guess I’ll call the dentist tomorrow
Maybe they need naps too.
They’re just being kids, smacks. It will be better tomorrow. <3
When I see that blanket, I don’t think “tacky.” I just think of my childhood. I loved the 70s.
I thought you only liked gray!
I cancelled a customer’s order and walked out of a Subway restaurant because the woman making sandwiches was visibly sick, coughing all over the food, and was wearing her mask underneath her nose. No. Just no.
My job is boring, I miss my friends, I even miss my coworkers, and I have a tummy ache from eating too much fried food for lunch.
I’ve had a headache all day and it’s made me slow and dumb. I feel like an overtired 3 year old. I’m cranky, I don’t want to do anything and nothing pleases me.
This 2 hour meeting is already at 3 hours.
IT ENDED. Now I’m making fajita veggies.
My baby enjoys ripping the tiny hairs at the nape of my neck out.
How meditative of her (and ouch for you!)