Monday, January 10, 2011

more about the tile

I called my mom a minute ago and was fretting and stewing about the Greek key pattern, and how to size it so it will run around the corners evenly, and she said, "Um, I think you could save the Greek key pattern for when you build a castle? And right now maybe you could just do stripes or something." See how wise she is? Because as beautiful as it would be, I can't really justify the amount of time it's going to take to figure it out, meanwhile the toilet is still out of commission and I'm getting mighty sick of walking all the way downstairs.

So, stripes it is, fears about themed decorating be damned. I voiced my concerns about being one of those "My house is all done in bears" kind of people, and my mom said, "Oh, you don't have anywhere close to a theme." Wrong! Craigslist/Grandma is our theme!

On another note, John was saying last night that forty (which he will be turning this year) isn't that old, but I told him that depends on which generation he's talking about. For our generation, sure, forty is still a pup. But for Generation Twinkie? Forty is, like, on hospice already. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the fruit pies they eat for lunch.


highdeekay said...

I heard someone talking on NPR about someone (do like my specifics here?) and they said, "he was 43, so well into his middle age." Then I heard that Elvis was 42 (I think) when he died and I was like, "oh, no way! He was so old and fat and spent when he died, I remember it!" Which right there, tells you that I'm ancient and well into my middle age. So, tell John that he's old and to just embrace it.

tipsybaker said...

I think moms are all alike, with their sensible, good, and slightly deflating decorating advice.