I was at the mall with my mother over the weekend to return 2 Xmas presents. She needed to pick up some draperies so I tagged along with her and it was then that I saw it. The most perfect…most beautiful…most wonderful bedspread ever.
It is like the designer stepped into our house and picked out all the colors from our main level and created this bedspread specifically for me. It matches the pretty shade of sage green we have in our master bedroom. It matches the deep shade of burgundy that is carried throughout the great room and dinning room. It matches the picture hanging above our bed that I just can’t seem to find anything to go with perfectly.
I decided that I must have this bedspread. I had to find a way to convince my beloved Sauron, who I have promised that I won’t charge anything else and pay off my credit card THIS year, that this bedspread is perfect and I must have it.
I decided to bring it up to him last night on our way to dinner. My parents were keeping the kids for us so we planned a nice dinner at our favorite Japanese restaurant for just the two of us…near the very mall where my beautiful bedspread resides.
“Honey” I said sweetly, “You won’t believe what I found at the mall over the weekend.” I get The Look and then a tentative, “What?”
I go on to describe to him the perfectness of this bedspread and how much it would add to our home. I praise the color scheme. I tell him about how soft the fabric is. I explain to him how it would bring all my hard work in designing our home to a close because of it’s sheer perfection.
He doesn’t seem so impressed. I continue and tell him how not only is it the perfect bedspread but it just so happens that it is on SALE right now. (How lucky can I possibly be???)
He sighs and asks me, “So how much is this piece of perfection on sale for?”
“You don’t want to know” I tell him. “Just say I can go buy it with no questions asked.”
“Okay…let’s try this a different way, dear” he says. “Let’s say I had a printing press and I was printing out Ben Franklins…how many would I need to buy this most perfect bedspread?”
It’s now or never. If I lie about how much it is then I’ll have to feel the guilt. I take a deep breath and forge ahead.
“Kadflkajsd” I mubble.
“I’m sorry hun, how much did you say?”
“Are we talking just the most perfect bedspread or are we talking the pillows, sheets, shams, etc. that would go along with it” I ask.
I get another one of The Looks. “The spread, dear…how many would I need for the spread?” Is his grinding his teeth now?
“You would need four Ben Franklins” I answer.
He is silent for a minute. Have I convinced him? Is my most perfect bedspread now going to be a reality?
We go to the restaurant. We order our drinks. We order our food. We get our soup. We get our salad.
“Did you say FOUR Ben Franklins” he asks me. I nod.
“Didn’t we just get a new bedspread a few months ago?” I nod.
“I’m thinking no on this most perfect bedspread…sorry dear, but we need to pay off that credit card so we can finish the basement and buy a new car and all the other things we want to do this year.”
I have now decided he doesn’t really love me. For if he did he would understand that a most perfect bedspread like this only comes around once in a lifetime. AND to find it on SALE never ever happens.
sigh