A Royal Hue Colors the Weekend

My weekend started with purple and shall end with purple as well.

Friday morning I stumble from my room (mornings are not my best look) and encounter HWSNBN, who is preparing for work.  I stop in my tracks.

“Ummm???”

“It’s purple pride day at work today!”

Well that explains the crushed velvet purple blazer — which I like.  But not before my coffee.

So the weekend progressed.

I am trying desperately to get caught up on stuff in some arenas and ahead on others.  Thursday night I had had an awesome meeting for the Senior Party, so felt inspired to get flying there.  Sent out a few recapping emails, then turned my attention to the shared spreadsheet I had happily offered to create for our online auction.  Much screaming at the computer ensued, and further arguing with my workbook on Excel (yes, I know 90% of the world knows how to use Excel.  My computer education stopped in 1997.  I am largely self-taught and my teacher is an idiot).  I am almost done. For the past three days I have approached the project carefully, with trepidation and a little respect, as if it were a housecat I needed to bathe. I am allergic to cats.  Hence my dilemma.

Friday night I tackled family dinner for the first time in about a week.  Singer Girl had been begging for tacos, and invited Drummer Boy to join us.  Tacos are easy — usually.  But I tried to make those low-carb all cheese taco shells that everyone says are so easy.  Should’ve started that earlier: they never cooled enough to hold a taco shape.  HWSNBN and Singer Girl gave them the suspicious side eye while enjoying their classic shells.  Drummer Boy politely avoided all eye contact.  I ate them out of spite — but had to use them as a tostada. But dammit they were low carb and so I won. Drank wine to celebrate — and eliminated the low-carbness of my dinner.

Saturday HWSNBN was inspired to go shopping for some finishing touches for our bedroom.  (We moved in 3 years ago, and haven’t really gotten around to hanging pictures and stuff.  I have big plans to have 3 major projects done in that arena before Singer Girl’s grad party this summer.  We shall see).  Decided to do field trips to some amazing stores we patronized when building the house Architectural Antiques (http://www.archantiques.com/) City Salvage (http://citysalvage.com/) and Guilded Salvage (http://www.guildedsalvage.com/). Great places to find unique stuff pulled from old buildings.  HWSNBN wants a bench at the foot of our bed to NOT throw his dirty clothes on, and some sort of cool piece to hang above the bed.  We found options, but I think he forgot what kind of price tags come along with the words “unique” and “vintage.”  Found a beautiful wood bench just the right size and color — for $2,250.  Also fell for a stunning leaded glass window that would’ve just been perfect in our room — for $16,500.

So we went to the movies.

(Saw The Post, which I liked very much.  Oscar contender movie #1 under my belt.  More on that in a future, well, post.)

This morning HWSNBN was online, trying to find more reasonable bench options (read: cheap).  The ones he likes I didn’t and vice versa (I gagged at the grey fur one he found, and he recoiled at the ones I saw with silver and Lucite accents). As for above the bed, he thinks we’ll find something we like inexpensively at an art gallery.  Methinks he is in for another rude awakening.

Today I have been back at organizing and getting caught up: puppies lined up for parties, finally starting to settle on which of Singer Girl’s senior portraits to buy, and delicately negotiating with that spread sheet. But soon: the PURPLE! I, like countless Minnesota Vikings fans, have been simultaneously yearning for and dreading tonight’s game.  We know that they can do it, but will they? To be a fan of Minnesota sports is to have a calloused heart and a cautious spirit.  HWSNBN and I have considered going somewhere fun to watch the game, but we are fearful to set our hopes up for public humiliation.  So we will sit at home, our hearts in our throats and low-carb taco shells in our hands.  Wish us all luck!

About DonniT

Born in Georgia, raised in California, and living in Minnesota for almost 2 decades, I have lots of different ways of looking at the world. Married to my college sweetheart, surviving being a Navy Mom to Sailor Boy and helping Singer Girl achieve her dreams of college and stardom. Constantly trying to outwit my Labradoodle while rescuing dogs. Love to read, shop, entertain, volunteer, travel, plan, and dream!

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