Interiors and Exteriors

In order to be efficient, I am attempting to consolidate two very different issues into one blog; hence the title, which is very vague so as to encompass various topics.

First: Interiors
I touched upon the Elliot Spitzer scandal in my last blog. When I saw the story on television, I have to admit that I felt indifference. It didn't really catch my interest. Then, I read a magazine article in which a family friend is quoted as saying (and I am paraphrasing since I don't have the article with me) something along the lines of "This is just the worst thing the family could imagine." Really? The worst thing? Really? I am not getting into some men-will-be-men discussion here, but if having your husband or father (since he has a wife and daughters) pay a prostitute is really the worst thing you can imagine, I submit that either you have no imagination or I had a really overactive imagination. Just sitting here not even trying, I can imagine 20 things that are far, far worse. Even if my husband and father were both paying the same prostitute for sex, it wouldn't even make my top 50 of horrible things I could imagine. Sure, it might be humiliating -- for a moment -- until I realized that having my husband pay for sex isn't about me so much as it is about him. But am I cursed with a vivid imagination because I can imagine far, far worse fates to befall those I love (and even those I like)? There could be photographic evidence that said husband paid someone to put him in a spiked leather dog collar and paint his toenails pink and still, I can think of far, far worse things. Want to hear some one them? No? I didn't think so.

Second: Exteriors

Once, I was on a serious quest and again am on that quest. My quest connected with one of Jeff's quests a few years ago. Let me explain. Jeff decided that he was going to show me all of the James Bond movies as I have only seen a handful of them. I think it was in Dr. No that my attention drifted away from the Bond action and onto the interior of Bond's house. His walls were painted a very fetching green and I mentally catalogued that shade since I had been on a quest to find the perfect shade for my living room.

Sidenote: We ended up watching a few Bond movies, but never quite finished, just like the quest Jeff had to show me all of Akira Kurasawa's films. We hit all the big highlights, but never watched the last few films.

We have lived in this house for more than five years now. In that time, we have had two babies and changed much of our furniture, but we have yet to paint the living room. When we moved in, it was this light green color, the most awful shade of green to ever grace a living room ever and I was determined to paint it right away. Now, I still stare at that putrid green and finally, I am saying "no longer". April will be the month that the green changes. My arms have grown weary from holding up paint sample after paint sample to the furniture and my indecisive nature has caused me to change my mind time and again. I had only two rules:

1. No white walls. I lived in an apartment for many years and grew weary of staring at that plainness; and

2. No minty, pasty, nasty green.

So, I think I have committed to a color -- and it isn't even the dark hunter green of the suave Bond house. It is:

Green. But a good shade. A lovely shade that goes with the furniture and isn't too dark or too light or too boring or . . .red. I actually grabbed red paint samples. Why would I do that?

So, by the end of this month, my living room will be painted one way or another. Now, I just have to decide on a color for the bedroom . . .