“You can not explain to a turtle a giraffe decision.” Bishop T.D. Jakes
No, this isn’t going to be a recipe for giraffe, unless you redefine the word, recipe. This is, perhaps, a recipe for thinking outside the box. You see, I have this annoying habit (and a few others) of living outside of beige. My belief is that too many people do things without much thought. Such as, paint most of the walls in their homes beige.
For some reason we’ve been raised to believe that beige is a good color because every other color looks good with it so if we paint all of our walls beige blah blah blah. Well, it just so happens that lime green is also a color that’s good with any other color. I’ll wait while all of you go storming out to the paint store for a couple of gallons of lime green. Probably not going to happen.
And the trouble that I see with beige is that people really don’t go happy crazy with color after the beige is on the walls. Most people (am I hanging around with the wrong people?) continue decorating with other “safe” colors until their entire house looks safe. My decorating, on the other hand, drives some people crazy. Or is that simply a short walk?
We just had our floors refinished and re-furnished three rooms with furniture from consignment and thrift stores. Only one area in our dining room was giving me pause. It’s a rather large area by the bay window that really wasn’t a good place for another piece of furniture. There already were enough chairs and tables in the room.
“I know,” I said to my husband. “It’s a west window and would be a great place for plants.” My husband muttered something about getting an oil change that afternoon, which I took as agreement. And so I moved plants to the window from different areas of the house. But something wasn’t quite right. Then I saw what was missing.
“I need a giraffe,” I said to my daughter when we were out to lunch with her and her husband. “I need a giraffe,” I said to a friend over a friendly game of cribbage. I explained that I was looking for a paper mache giraffe about 5 or 6 feet tall to stand among the plants. “You’ll probably find one and it will be on sale,” my friend said, knowing where my adventures usually ended.
Then I shared my need with my husband and pointed out a store where we could stop while out running errands. The first store had a carved giraffe, but it was about 1 foot too short and $200 too high. So we stopped at another store and they had 3 giraffes! Every one of them was tall enough and priced right. One of them appealed to both me and my husband. How often does that happen in a marriage when you’re shopping for a giraffe?
As we headed for the service desk to make our purchase my husband pointed out that there was some paint chipped off the base. I pointed this out to the clerk and she said they could give us 25% off.
His name is Charles.
“Her whole life shifted the day she started to tell the truth about what made her happy. I never knew it could be that simple, she said.” Brian Andreas
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.