The Peacock Stays, Two Sets of Curtains, Four Rugs and Counting….

Yet again after 5 different shades of green splashed all over the walls of our study, I decide on Chopped Dill. Ahhhhhh. I love this color. It looks so pretty across the hall from the dining room and the Odendaga Clay. I’m feeling funky-fied and little bit color feng shui’d all at the same time.

A few months back when this project was a mere speck on my brain (before there was even a feather in my peacock), I bought a rug. My peoples know that I likes me animal print. So, of course I bought a zebra rug. No. I do not think this is classy, sophisticated, or even trendy at this point. I liked it, so I bought it. It makes me laugh. End of story. Unfortunately, it did not go with my Pier One lottery curtains. So, what to do? New curtains, of course! I go back to Pier One and get the second set of curtains – ones that I had hoped would go with my zebra rug. They did not. As things usually go for me, I loved the curtains so much… that the zebra rug had to go.

Now I know what you are thinking. Kim! Stop the madness! People – I say this with every ounce of integrity I have left. I simply can’t. I cannot rest until it’s perfect. So I charge on. With all of my Pier One excursions, purchases and returns, believe it or not I still have a store credit. (Again, see How I Won the Pier One Lottery.) So I go on the hunt for another rug. Back to Pier One, I find a $300 rug for $37! I’m not kidding. This Pier One lottery gift card is the gift that keeps on giving. Unfortunately, that rug didn’t work either. Back it went. For now I’ve settled on a Target rug that is sitting there taking up space until the perfect rug jumps into my car and makes its way into my insane life.

With everything in place, we are ready to hang my piece de resistance. My peacock. After searching the house top to bottom for the stud finder, and then replacing batteries in said stud finder, Greg sets to work. Ten minutes later, it’s up. It’s beautiful, and it’s perfect for the room. We step back, take a look, and I exclaim “Oh, Greg. Isn’t it beautiful? Don’t you love it?” His answer – “Oh, it’s you alright. It’s totally you. It fits your personality perfectly. You’re crazy! Crazy like a fu**ing peacock.”

I guess I’ll take that as a compliment.