My husband was heading outside one day and I said, “ Where ya going babe?” He said, “The Barn.” I replied, “ Ya mean the shed?” Lol. I did get a little chuckle out of it considering our “ Barn” is a 16×20 shed.
Later that afternoon, He let me know He was heading out to get on “ The tractor” which brought about a louder chuckle considering that our “Tractor” was actually a Troy-Bilt riding lawnmower.
As the day went on we laughed and talked about our “garden” which consisted of a tomato plant and a jalapeno plant.
Funny how in our minds everything seems much bigger or grander than it actually really is.
Great Big Houses and Fat Pictures
It’s like the house you walk through when you are house shopping. It seems like there is so much space until you start filling that house up with your furniture and everything else. The once imagined gigantic space seems to be shrinking with every box that is brought inside.
Or the 25 cubic ft refrigerator that seems to have the space of a walk in freezer can be reduced to the size of a mini frig once my leftovers start to take-over.
Our once considered “fat pictures” have become our ideal weight and size now. It’s funny but we seem to have twisted perceptions of what reality is and what it isn’t.
What is big and what is small. What is grand and what is mediocre. What is jaw dropping and what is snubbed with a “Eh” response. The simple things begin to be the snubbed things. We want bigger. We want better.
Art Galleries and Embarrassing Moments
This reminds me of my husband and I vacationing in Charleston, South Carolina. We went into an art gallery because we both enjoy art. Needless to say there were some amazing exhibits. A sales lady approaches us and asks if we were collector’s.
Doug and I look at each other, I’m certain we were thinking the same thing. Definitely, yes! Collector’s we are! We have that one piece from Kirkland’s that cost $49.95 and another from Home Goods around $30 and one from Kohl’s. Definitely collectors here.
We decided to hold off on the purchase of one piece of art in that Gallery. $45,000.00 just wasn’t in our budget , but collector’s we are! Plus, I said, “Honey, I think we can make that.” These are my famous last words. Ask Lauren.
Once again, My mind is telling me in all its Grandeur, you are a collector. An investor in fine art. And my husband has a tractor that He stores in our Barn and then when the sun goes down and it isn’t as hot we go into the field and work on that tomato plant.
We then come inside and I go to the west wing, ( the only living room we have) and Doug retires to the library (his man cave/ office/my hair salon/storage room) for some winding down before our bridge group meets. ( Only it’s Doug and I going for blood in a mean game of Sequence.)
Can you see how Grand our life is?
It isn’t imagined…I know it’s a challenge for you not to covet. We comfort people all the time when they see how Grand our life is with all the amenities.
Hey I gotta run…the limo just arrived to pick me up (Doug’s honking the horn in the 98 Dodge Dakota Pickup…we are hitting the yard sales today)!