Sunday, September 12, 2010

A Decor Dilemma

A couple of months ago I was in my favorite local antique mall, The Highlands just plundering (for some reason that I don't remember, I had a little time all by myself). I've been looking for a large letter "T" to hang up in our dining room and just happened to find a very large one in a booth at the back. I assumed it would be outside a price range I'd feel comfortable paying, but nope, it wasn't! $35 was reasonable enough for me.


I'm sure it came off of some old sign because of the brackets in the back and was hooked up to be electric.  Ya just don't see T's like this anymore.  (My intentions are to take the brackets off in the back but just haven't gotten around to it yet.)

So finally last week I had the chance to hang it up.  I asked Duane (my husband) to go and take a look at it. I was so sure that Duane would be thrilled with it because it was the first initial of his namesake.  The last name that he's carried around with him all his life.  A big "T" for Thomas!   He looked at it and his first reply was "it's pink".  Pink?  I looked at it and thought it was red.  In his eyes it was pink.  I asked him, well, so do you like it?  Duane:  hmmm, it's alright.  I was so surprised!  No other comments from Duane since.  Geesh!  Don't get too thrilled next time Duane.  Well, my intentions are to keep this big letter "T" hanging right where it is.  It's cool, funky and different.  Really, what I think is that it's just a bit too big and wild for Duane.  His conservative nature just won't allow him to like my big letter "T".  I'm keepin' it 'til I find one I like better though.

P.S.  Did you see those other big letters?  The white ones on the floor.  Those are big enamel/metal letters from the 1930s.  They still need a little bit of cleaning but will be in my shop http://www.sassysistervintage.etsy.com/ soon!

Monday, September 6, 2010

Do you Dress Like Your Spouse, Boyfriend or Girlfriend?

I saw this picture the other day and it made me laugh to myself.  Mostly because my husband and I have such different senses of style/fashion.  Um, more like my husband could care less about fashion or ANY kind of style.  Jeans or shorts, a 5 year old t-shirt and shoes.....any kind of shoes (flip flops, sneakers, etc.) are fine with him.  He came from a humble family of 8 kids and grew up in a small town in Wyoming.   Fashion and style were the last things on this families mind.  Needless to say, I didn't marry Duane for his sense of style but he has many other wonderful characteristics that make up for his lack of fashion sense.

This picture was taken almost 2 years ago but it's the only one of us both together that's on our new computer.  That little baby will be 2 years old next month. I guess it's time to take a new family pic!


Duane and his girls.  When we go to church, as on this day where my family is being pictured.  I help him with his clothes.  He doesn't seem to mind too much.


Here's my 2 sisters, me (on far right) and our 90 year old grandmother.  My sister Tiffany on the far left and her husband have very similar fashion sense.....and they both have good taste.  Courtney, with the darker hair on the right side of my grandmother, has good fashion sense when she thinks about it.  The same for her husband.  But I just don't think it's as important to her or her husband.  But when they try, they both look good.

When you get right down to it, does fashion sense really matter?  How important is it to you?  Has your spouse or significant other ever embarrassed you with the way they dressed?  I suppose everyone is different and has different priorities.  Truly, I try to keep matters such as this in perspective and remember that in the big realm of life and everything that we deal with, that the way we dress shouldn't matter too much.   Why is it then that when I wake up the next morning and I see Duane with this bright orange (Wal-mart) t-shirt on and shorts, that this bright orange t-shirt really bugs me?  He knows it bugs me too, but he doesn't care.  What else can I do...........but laugh.