Black Friday - so described because retailers hope that the cash registers chiming all day long will bring their ledgers into the positive instead of 'red', which is a death-knell for retail establishments. For my SO and me, it was Black Friday because all of our house guests had left in a cloud of smoke by mid-morning. Suddenly the condo had this eerie silence descend upon it. No more chortling from a delighted Princess Leia, no more "Grandma, come look!", from TLV and TLV'sLB, no more adult conversations and laughter.......just the sound of the wind whipping through the trees behind the condo. My SO and I looked at each other and, without words, began aimlessly moving about, picking up this and that, wishing that time would not have sped by so quickly.
I was planning on losing my post-guest blues by throwing myself into cleaning and laundry when SO said, "You should look at these sales fliers to see if there is a bedspread you would like." Now, this is the third or fourth time he has brought up the subject of changing the bedding in the master bedroom. Previously, I've either said, "Nah.", avoided the topic or ignored it completely. We've had this perfectly good comforter/spread for longer than I'd care to admit but it looks just fine and gets the job done. SO, on the other hand, felt that one of the lower level guest bedrooms badly needed a make-over and wanted to move ours to that bed and get a new look for ours. His description of the offending bedroom decor was, "Foo-foo." I was about to push off this repeat-topic but he became rather insistent and I thought, "Oh, what the heck."
Consequently, we beat the blues by joining the legions of bargain-hunters on Black Friday. Fortunately, it was mid-day so the crush of shoppers, or so we thought, should be somewhat diminished. Upon arriving at the mall, we found every parking spot filled, giving the area the appearance of being a sea of vehicle rooftops, interrupted only by the constant movement of cars cruising up and down the rows, searching for the one-in-a-million open space. Once we got into the mall, we found the check-out lines to be long and winding threads of people whose arms were laden with carefully selected items to add to the blackness of the day. For those whose arms were full, other purchases were pushed along by their feet.
Yes, we did shop on Black Friday (It has probably been twenty-plus years since we've gone out on Black Friday.) and, yes, we did find bedding, plus other fun stuff. Our master-bedroom has a new and updated look, one which might actually be described as sophisticated, rather than the old, dated and shabby-chic we were going for, years on end. The curious upshot of our shopping trip is that the bedding set we purchased has so many accent pillows it takes most of the morning to make and arrange the bed to make it look just like the picture on the packaging. But.....the offending guest bedroom has lost its 'foo-foo' look.
Can life get any better?
Ancora imparo
