I told you so….
ByYa know when you get married later in life, you just hope that maturity has set in to the point that you need never to say (or hear) “I told you so” from your beloved. Oh, the fantasies we weave.
But, the dreaded “I told you so’s” don’t ever really leave. They just change form.
For instance, we recently did some re-painting of our townhouse. We originally had a very high-end interior designer do our paint scheme. She’s good. But, the paint color choices didn’t really turn out for our 1,500 square foot home (compared to the 10,000 square foot home she was used to).
Let’s take the kitchen, for instance. We had it painted red. It was supposed to be like you were standing inside a glass of merlot. Rather, it was like being inside a 1970s Hardees. We had it re-painted white and yellow a few weeks ago.
And, the hallway (in the northern most, darkest part of the townhouse with just a teeny-tiny window) was painted blue. Lovely color. Just dark as night. So, now it’s yellow, too.
My office was originally painted a lovely feminine lavender. I loved it for about six months. Then it made me feel like I was inside a Dunkin’ Doughnuts. Now it is a creamy ivory. (Can you spot a trend?)
When the painters finally finished, I called my husband at work to 1) announce we would be eating out for the next two nights while the kitchen dried, and 2) announce my good judgment for having it all painted, raising the re-sale value.
“Well, you can remember my comment when we first painted…” said Husband. Or, I told you so…
