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Dec. 13th, 2008 @ 09:30 am 
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I've known my taste is questionable since 1975, when as young parents, we bought our first real house, which would accommodate what became a household of one human female, four human males and assorted canine females - all of whom had better decorating sense than me.
I married into a family of five sons and immediately bonded with my mother-in-law, who ultimately became my best friend and gave me the gift of theatre (which is a whole 'nother story). We bought this wonderful old house - the oldest brick house in the town of Ashland, Virginia. We bought it standing in the front yard as the house, in disreputable repair, was auctioned off. Due to our youth and energy and our low income status, we took on the renovating of the house ourselves with help from many friends and assorted brothers.
My father-in-law was vice-president of Thalhimers Industrial Sales in Richmond, a firm that decorated hotels, motels, educational facilities all over the country. By trade he was an interior designer and artist. All the boys got that gene - this Gene did not. I realized how bad my taste was when Dick, my mom-in-law, and I went to pick out flooring for the kitchen. I chose a lovely linoleum made up of 8x8 squares, each of them depicting the American Revolution - cannons, fifing and drumming soldiers, flags, etc. I turned to look at my husband's horrified face and that of my mom (who loved me more than her sons, I'm sure), and realized these two people who loved me so much would never look like that to make me feel badly. I must be awful. Needless to say, being a very smart woman, I have deferred decorating decisions to other people since then.
HOWEVER, I do pick out some Christmas ornaments. We got them down from the attic today to do the tree. We came across my favorite, a lime-green chandelier about six inches tall with hanging ribbons and dangling crystals. Dick was looking at it thinking about where to hang it when I said, "Oh, isn't that the prettiest thing?" He put his arm around me, kissed my head and replied, "Oh, Gene....you should have lived in a double-wide."
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