Saw a home that this woman had done all the interior design for, and it was every hope/vision I’ve ever had of a warm and welcoming eatsern seaboard style home. Every detail in every way, from the light fixtures to the bathroom tiles to the wood flooring patterns had a wonderful flow to it.
So she sent me her contract, and she wanted a design fee which was reasonable for all of her drawings which is the first stage, and THEN a 35% fee for all of the furniture/curtains which is the second stage. That seemed high to me. I told her I was more comfortable with 30% and she acquised.
Yeaaaaay me for having the self-esteem to not simply roll over when prices are too high, but to ask for what I feel better about.
I’ve been REALLY sick with a cold for the last two days, haven’t left the house nor gotten out of my bathrobe, nor taken a shower. Ick, glad my nose is too stuffed up to smell my underarms.
Sarge Charlie’s furneral is tomorrow and it infuriates me. I want him to be ALIVE! ALIVE, DO YOU HEAR ME, ALIVE!
The service tomorrow will be wonderful because I know his dear wife Bee and son Chuck the Duck and Daughter #1 have put all sorts of thoughtful and heart-warming touches in it that Charlie would be proud of.
But I don’t want him to be dead, and if that means I’m in denial so that I don’t cry, well, so be it.
I’m just going to pretend that he is on a blog vacation.
Funny how someone you never met could have felt like a real life friend just though their words.
But I think people’s souls are felt, seen and heard through their blogs, and in my own crabby cold way, I admired hiim, a great deal stemming from how much he was devoted to Bee. (I wish his kids would turn his blog into a book, pictures and all, because I can see it being a best seller at Barnes & Noble, but that’s a post for another day.)
I put up a lot of boundaries and don’t let people get very close to me, but that love he had for Bee melted that reserve.
It’s almost as though I don’t know if I’ll ever know anyone again that openly loving for his wife.
Selfish to the last, aren’t I? Well, what did you expect? It’s all about me and my loss – and the loss everyone else feels who lost him too, well, that’s there too.
People are so unique, they just aren’t replaceable.
So Charlie, please, Charlie, let me just wake up and be wrong, and you still be here and have beat the cancer after all.
Please.
Animal and Animal Protection:
What a beautiful tribute to a lovely person….
(And for the record, although I’ve never met you IRL, you seem to be a perfectly lovely person yourself. Not crabby or cold in the least.)
You don’t seem to be crabby or cold to me either, Cindy-rella! Sorry you have been under the weather.
Sarge will be greatly missed by so many. Although I rarely read his blog, I felt his presence on Bee’s blog. What a love story those two share.
I feel so badly for Bee..this will be a tough day for her.
BTW, that photo is amazing. What a beautiful home.
Yay for you talking her down on that price. And, I really hope you’re getting better
Great negotiating skills — good for you! Love that picture – GORGEOUS design.
It is hard to deal with losing anyone — no matter if you met them in person or not; people can touch our lives in so many ways and he touched yours. You’ll never forget that & it unfortunately is so hard to deal with that loss. Feel better!!