engagement falls

So.  Whilst in the throes of the The Great Age of Ridiculousness In Our Plumbing,
{of which we have not, as yet, exactly exited, it should be duly noted}

Target the Magnificent finally proffered such bedding that made my heart and budget sing.

The Supremely Dazzling Monochromatic Linens Of Delight And Perfect Dimensions
became known to me on that bright and innocent day immediately preceding the day I
so unfortunately became acquainted with Sir Rather Expensive Plumber of The Brut Clans.
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And then, in a rare stroke of generosity, they put it all on big sale the very next week.
Any Targetophiles out there will know how very odd indeed {lo, serendipitous?} this was.

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So it came to pass, since I am Whim's handmaiden during such seasons of incredulity as this,
that I embarked on a bit of long pined-for redecorating in The Master Sleeping Quarters.

As such, Phase 2 of the project included editing and ordering pictures for a few new frames.

The above is to be one of the lot since its trip through Picnik turned out so, so matchingly.

{It is the sight where Finch proposed to me some eight years ago.} 

However, as of today, I have waited the span of The Dark Ages to receive said photos.

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It's like I'm going crazy around here waiting for Spring or something.
Who me?  A Drama Queen?  Ya think?

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I'll get some pictures of the finished project on here if the freaking delivery ever arrives.
In the meantime, I've taken to lingering in the room whenever possible and letting its peaceful
neutrality wash over me with all its soothing, sublime, sereneness as I repeat the following:
There are far worse problems in the world than our plumbing issues.
And Kinship downsizing by half immediately after starting.
And the car getting a new transmission last week.
And the other car needing a couple new tires.
And my girl possibly having asthma.
And my boy's learning issues.
And my cracked tooth.
And Finch's job.
And...