After months of living like a bachelor (no pots, no pans, Chinese takeout on speed dial) , I have decided to buy some furniture.
I don’t really need a place to sit – other than at my desk. And, I already have my bedroom the way I want it. But, after a long-time D.C. bachelor came to visit me this weekend and said, “Wow … you are more of a bachelor than I am,” as he eyed my condom collection, and then walked into my naked living room, it became blatantly obvious: I need to step it up a notch in the home furnishings department.
Right now, I have a very clean slate. Randy McGovern would have a field day. Regarding space, oh, you might say I have some to fill. My living room consists of a fireplace, some recessed lighting, a balcony that overlooks the pool (might need a chair for this area … good hottie-watching spot) and walls, several bare walls.
So, as you make your New Year’s resolutions this week, know that I’ve already started to work on mine. Instead of putting 150% of myself into work, I plan to take a good 10% of my time and put it into planning the perfect living space.
And, if that doesn’t work, I’ll pick up the phone and call Kerry Joyce.
But, I am doing the living room and that’s it. Because nobody, and I mean nobody – not even that cutesy Kerry – will convince me that I have room in my life for anything more kitchenesque than a French press.
I am sooo not turning into a home-makeover Charlotte.