I’m hosting a baby shower here tomorrow night, and as of this evening, this is what my kitchen looks like. Do you think I should be concerned?
The electrician came to fix our hideous fluorescent light fixture that died a noisy and flickering (and protracted) death. When he mentioned how much it would cost to fix those lights, and then mentioned how much it would cost to just gut the thing and raise the ceiling and put in normal can lights, I thought to myself, “Self, let’s just be wild and crazy and get the new lights. Instead of going on a 10th anniversary trip, you and your husband can just sit in the kitchen and enjoy the improved lighting.”
I called my husband to tell him my decision and he was dazzled by my unpredictability (and also my ability to throw money around). Because I’m usually really, really predictable. I can analyze any decision, large or small, to death. I go running on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday morning. If we have a chance to go out to eat, I want to go to the Bombay House (owned by our amazing neighbor, Daniel Shanthakumar!). If we can rent a movie, I want it to be funny or really, really removed from real life (which is why Hotel Rwanda still sits in its cellophane wrapper four years after I bought it). If I go clothes shopping, I will come home with an item of clothing that is either blue, striped, or blue and striped.
This could be the beginning of a whole new me. I wonder what’s next? Maybe this weekend I will go to the Bombay House and order a strawberry lassi instead of a mango one and then I will come home and finally watch that movie and all the while I will be wearing a gray striped shirt and instead of going running I will do yoga, which seems very, very hip.
And I’m going to tell the guests at the shower that exposed plumbing is the new thing in kitchen design.
Things are getting really wild around here.