The W word

Don't use it around me. Whimsical. I hear it on the decorating shows to describe how the room looks when it's finished. It never covers the description of the entire room. It's an added "bonus." As if. There is the Asian themed room. Black lacquer furniture. Bamboo shades and as for the "w" part - a fat little Buddha statue in the corner. Oh they laugh and giggle at their cleverness. Who would have thought a statue could bring such joy.
We then have the Jamaican themed family room. Pastel painted walls. Maybe some wicker end tables. A grass mat where carpeting was. The camera pans the room and peels of laughter abound. A picture of Sponge-bob Square Pants in his undersea home. I feel slightly nauseated. Some of the decorating is taken outdoors. A carefully placed grill. A sandbox for the kids. Even some new patio furniture with gaily patterned pillows. I like it. I really think I could do that. I would turn our patio into a four star gathering place. Steaks on the grill. Family, laughter, and memories. Oh the memories we will make on that newly decorated patio. The ladies are looking over their work and and I hear it. The "oh my goshes" and "isn't that adorable?" Then I see it. How COULD they? It's called a garden sculpture. It's someone's old tin cans fashioned into a bird. Painted yellow, pink and lime green. "I think we'll call her Polly," says the home owner. The laughter starts again. I'm glad they are happy. Who could begrudge someone elses happiness. I could and I do. If I'm ever at your house and you show me the handpainted sea turtle with a hat on that says Hoof Hearted, we're done. I'd like to be your friend, your sister, your cousin. I can't do it. Everytime I would come into your home I'd see it. Sitting there in the corner. Laughing at me and giving me the ultimate form of disrespect. An evil whimsical smile.