Susan and I are remodeling our guest bathroom, a process that has now taken about two months and has involved an endless series of decisions, each of which has threatened to dissolve our previously happy marriage. We spent most of the day Saturday looking for a mirror, endlessly circling the booths of an antiques mall, tape measure in hand – an experience so mind- and soul-numbing that I finally just sat down in a tapestry-covered rocker and wept softly.
We hung the mirror late last night, and then stood back to look at the results, and I must say, I'm pretty pleased. Then we scanned the rest of the house and realized that, like a shiny new crown in a mouthful of tea-stained teeth, this modest remodel merely revealed how shabby everything else is. It is now clear that everything must go.
Since we clearly need all new (or different old) furniture, we went to a new store in Tupelo that specializes in hip, smartly distressed home furnishings, like skinny jeans for your house. There was a sofa we really liked. Based on the price, I can only think that it must have been stuffed with hundred-dollar bills. We left, feeling poor as Charlie Bucket, going back home to the hovel after a trip to the Chocolate Factory.
Did you know that the ancient Spartans wouldn't allow warriors to own a home or any furnishings that required more than an axe and a saw to create? And did you know that there are 2.2 billion square feet of rentable personal storage space in the United States, most of which is filled with things that, at some point, we must have thought we couldn't live without? Perhaps I need to take a closer look into my new antique mirror.
David Pannell describes himself as “a recovering farmer and the reluctant pastor of Common Ground Christian Church in Wren, Mississippi.” Contact him at firstname.lastname@example.org.