It's Nate Berkus' Fault

Why Nate Why?

Every January it's the same. We put away the Christmas decorations,   I  look around the house - which now looks sparse and uninteresting -  and decide I hate everything in it. Hate those curtains, hate that chair, hate that rug. My husband, who knows what's coming, insists that the curtains, chair and rug are beautiful, fabulous, absolutely perfect!

Being a closet home decorating enthusiast, it didn't take much to convince me otherwise, right Nate Berkus? After watching his show while on the treadmill at the gym ( a rare occurrence) I decided that I needed some items to spruce up the house, give it some pop, some interest. So while I had every intention of going grocery shopping when I finished at the gym, I somehow found myself trying out a new red leather chair at a store that didn't sell bread or milk.

A desk, leather chair and pair of silk window panels later, I felt better - and fortunate that I had run into my friend Jen at the store who happens to own a van and happened to help me transport everything home. Coincidence? I think not. 

Hmmmmm...

But here lies the problem. It's not over, no it's far from over. As soon as I set up my new desk and chair, hung my new curtains, it spread like a flesh-eating virus. We could sure use a new kitchen table and chairs, or some new accent pieces for our mantle, or a new quilt for our bed...

Damn you Nate Berkus...it's all your fault!!