Do you ever look at your parents or think about your parents and realize you’re so much like one of them? Or, maybe you have some good and some bad traits from each? I’m so much like my dad. He walks to through the kitchen, opens half the cabinet doors and leaves them open; gets the milk out of the fridge, pours a glass and leaves the milk sitting on the counter. Though I try really hard to close cabinet doors, and put the milk away, it just doesn’t come natural for me. Mom, on the other hand, would never walk away with a cabinet door open; nor would she take the first sip of her milk without putting the carton back in the fridge.
Mom loves to decorate. I believe she would paint her walls a different color once a week, and she would love to buy new furniture to match! I keep my furniture forever . . don’t matter to me if it matches. When I move into a house, the color of the walls are what they’re going to stay. In the horrible event I do have to paint . . it’s torture if I have to choose a new color.
And, when she wants to paint, she does it all by herself! Not me . . I hire painters. I am not a painter . . don’t like it, make a mess, ruin everything!
She loves little vases and flower arrangements. Not me . . I have junk everywhere! A shelf in my house means a place to collect clutter.
And then, you accidentally wander into my dad’s room!
You might think he has sunflower curtains. Nope, there are curtains in there but that’s just some fabric that was leftover from years ago when I had made sunflower curtains in one of my houses and I think the extra fabric was in a garage sale box and dad has it pinned up over the curtains to make it darker in his room. Yep, that’s my kind of decorating!
And, nowhere in his room is a quilt that I’ve made for him . . and there have been several! What am I going to do with him?
