So my mom got married this weekend. It was really sweet to have close family and friends around to witness the chaplain saying those "man & wife" words to seal the deal.
Even sweeter, they went out dancing afterwards. That's how they met in the first place. I could say all kinds of stuff about Mom or Raymond being swept off their feet or about the dance we call life, but I'll leave the tender cheeseball sentiments to the chaplain. He was good at that, and appropriately so. I think we were all pretty much feeling this: Way to go, Mom!
The little Clark casita grew up by way of a couple of amazing Craigslist purchases! Careful, the rest of this post might be punctuated only by exclamation marks!
I have been watching Craigslist Austin for Persian-style rugs ever since we moved in. Yes, the little gold fluffy rug from Anthro has graced the living room with superb character for a couple months now, but in my heart of hearts I knew it was destined for a terrible accident with some food or drink interaction with gravity. And I knew I would lose control and cry in that moment. Perhaps even expel the poor perpetrator from the house, and what if it turned out to be Brendon?
I knew the rug belonged in a bedroom (safe from spills) and that something with more forgiving colors and patterns should be in the living room.
But Austin Craigslist is just a bit different from Houston. Austin buyers grab up the great posts faster than I can even look at them. So no used carpets have been obtained. And I did want used carpets, considering the goal was to own something that wouldn't make me violent if ruined or even slightly tainted.
Enter Houston's more humble Craigslist and the great posting I found Saturday morning before heading into Spring for the wedding. Omg. Persian-style rugs.
The young couple in Humble just moved back to the US and were allowed a shipping container to carry their stuff. Apparently they loaded up on the rugs they bought at fabulous prices in Kuwait.
These 2 rugs were so soft. Their colors were perfect. Their design was perfect. I eagerly brought them home and introduced them to the living room and hallway, where they made fast friends with our silly old couch and that funky bathroom tile.
I can't wait for Brendon to see. I think he might have been worried for my propensity to bring home bright yellow flowers on all prints after the Anthro towels and rug entered our lives. His love for cool geometry should most certainly be satisfied with these.
And yet again I'm struck by how much fun it can be to buy stuff for the house. I can't even wear these things, but I am on more of a high from these rugs than I think I was when I bought those perfect jeans from Urban Outfitters all those years ago. More so even than when I found those boots at DSW last year (now featured in November's Real Simple, over a year later, thank you very much! Though they are for chubby calves. Pardon, "athletic" calves. But we know what that means).
So while I'm looking forward to January 1st and all the freedom it offers, I'm kind of wondering if it could possibly be as satisfying as these are.
I'm typing this sitting cross-legged on the floor in the living, by the way. I almost slept out here, just to be close to the carpet. Yes, it smells wonderful. And I am not embarrassed to admit any of this. Exclamation!!!
1 comment:
Congrats to your mama! And way to go on the rugs.... I am excited with you! Nothing better than snagging an awesome find. They look great. Like they were meant for chez Clark :)
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