I’m guilty.. there I said it.
I’m guilty of thinking I’ve mentioned something to Cowboy but in reality, it was a conversation between Me (Tammy), Myself (the decorator) and I (the pretend carpenter).
Let me be crystal clear-
This is absolutely NOT the same thing as when Cowboy is partaking in his “selective hearing” that he does so well. And from my mouth to your ears, that dude has got it down pat and he’s super proud of himself…
and he’s also very guilty of doing it… a lot.
But enough about him, let’s talk about me…
If you know anything about me, you know that I love to change things up just a smidge from time to time. Sometimes I make changes to myself, sometimes it’s at my spa but mostly it’s on 4G. Which drives Cowboy bat poop crazy. It’s especially fun to see his reaction when I rearrange the furniture and move his beloved Lolita. For those of you that are new to the blog, Lolita is Cowboy’s recliner. She’s perched at the top of the pecking order. Don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve accepted it long ago.
Anyhoo… The minute I see the taillights on his manly truck, this chic gets busy. For this trip I decided to update our master bath.
This is where I need for everyone to put their hands together and give me a round of applause please. And I need to hear it loudly. Why?
Because I haven’t changed anything in there (except towels) in 10 years. I know, it’s pretty unbelievable, isn’t it? But I speak the truth. The only serious changing that’s been going on in the bathroom is what I’ve seen in the mirror (a wrinkle here, a pound or two there) and that which pertains to me changing out of one cheetah print outfit to another. (You had to have seen that one coming.) Insert smiley emoji here.
So without further ado and not wanting to waste another moment of my Cowboy free weekend, I put my decorator hat on and I get busy putting together my plan of action.
I stand in the middle of the room and take it all in.
But I have questions-
Should I take out the marble? I’ve been debating this with Carpenter Tammy all week. I love my Italian marble. Can I do it by myself? Did I mention this to Cowboy? I’m pretty sure I did. Humm. I’m almost positive that I did mention it to him.
What to do, what to do?
After I debated with the three of us, I decided to pause the removal of the marble until I painted a wall or two. I got started with cleaning out the room. Down came the curtains, the wall decor, the light fixtures and up went the new paint color, the new his and hers mirrors and a splash of wallpaper.
I had stopped by 21Main in Salado a couple of days before and found the perfect framed prints for the walls. That’s my go-to shop for any room in my house, and don’t even get me started on the jewelry and other fun things that Kaye fills her lovely boutique with. Once I cross the thresholds of her store, the heavens sing to me and the credit card comes out. If you’re in Salado, you must take time to visit!
Once I painted the walls, I took a step back and noticed that the marble took on a lighter shade in color and looked absolutely gorgeous. Holy smokes! Jumping up and down with excitement, I added the finishing touches.
After 2 days, my refreshed bathroom was done and I was loving it.
Cowboy pulls in to the driveway and I excitedly run out to greet him with a hug.
COWBOY: (Breaking the hug and looking me over) It doesn’t look like you’ve done anything to yourself so, what am I walking into once I go in there? (pointing towards the house)
ME: (Talking quickly and excitedly) I have good news!
COWBOY: (Shaking his head as he’s looking down) The last time you had good news, you thought you could remodel a bathroom by replacing the sink and it cost me a lot of money.
ME: (Waving my hand at him as if that little mishap was no big deal and I continue to speak excitedly) Remember when I told you that we might need to replace the marble in our master bath?
COWBOY: (Stopping dead in his tracks and shaking his head no) No. We never had that conversation and please tell me you didn’t do anything to that marble. It cost a lot of money and you just had to have it!
ME: Calm down and follow me.
I take his hand and guide him to the bathroom.
ME: Tada! And the marble is still in tact.
COWBOY: (Lazily putting his hands on his hips) This looks really good. You’ve brightened it up in here. BUT, we never discussed taking out this marble.
ME: Yes we did.
COWBOY: No we didn’t.
ME: Yes we did.
COWBOY: You may have had that conversation with yourself, but never with me.
’til next Sunday y’all- 𝔁𝓸, 𝓣𝓪𝓶𝓶𝔂 ❥