Selling Sno-Cones at the Beach

design debates

What's the right height to hang a picture on the wall? B and I hung less than half our pictures today: very complicated, lots of measuring and math and drawing on the walls (in pencil of course - it's erasable). It may be a surprise to those who know me and my obsessive sense of order and logic (ha, who am I kidding?!) but I prefer to eyeball the pictures and just hang them up. B on the other hand prefers to interpose logic between eyeballs and action.

They're too high (his family hangs pictures too high, some sort of genetic flaw) so I'll have to wait til he's out to "adjust" them. Will he notice? The Saturn 5 rocket poster was up for several days before he saw it.

We finally agreed on colors for the kitchen and bath too. No more Band-Aid brown (two different shades, representing two different kinds of Band-Aid products) in the kitchen. Woo hoo! That room has been such a downer - we spend as little time as possible in it.

Oh, and I went to get my hair trimmed yesterday and got it cut short instead. It's still a shock when I catch my image in a mirror or glass door.

So this is the kind of trivia that occupies our brains these days. It's making me remember why I both welcomed and loathed summer vacation as a kid: the illusion of endless freedom is a thrill but there's a lack of structure and purpose that saps one's energy.

Maybe when (if?) it stops raining we will be more motivated. It is to be hoped...