After college I drove to Florida for spring break with some friends, and I’ll never forget the excitement of finally arriving to South of the Border.
If you’ve never done that I-95S drive to Florida, you’ll know you’ve arrived at the South of the Border when you see colorful billboards announcing it. “You Never Sausage a Place!” and “Pedro’s Weather Report: Chili Today and Hot Tamale!” and my personal favorite, “Fill Yo Trunque With Pedro’s Junque!” We did the drive as a family once (once), and when the boys saw the sign, “Keep Yelling, Kids! (They’ll Stop!”), of course they began yelling. Because the sign told them to. My youngest could not yet read, but the twins could, and they got him riled up too, chanting…
“WE WANNA STOP, WE WANNA STOP, WE WANNA STOP…,” for twenty miles. I thought my husband was going to crash the truck on purpose. I, of course, thought it was cute. If you could have seen my youngest with his little balled fists trying to emulate his big brothers, you would have died of the cuteness. But Pops had been driving for twelve hours, and nothing was cute to him anymore.
And of course we stopped. And definitely regretted ever sending them to school to learn how to read.
But I digress.
So my friends and I ended up in some divey Mexican cantina, and proceeded to get inebriated on dollar margaritas with some sketchy locals. It was a blast. Unable to drive, we paid the waitress ten bucks to drive us in our car to a seedy highway motel. I distinctly remember dragging my sorry-ass carcass across the worn orange carpet in the morning, looking at myself in the mirror above the bathroom vanity and pleading with almighty God to help me survive the hangover. I also remember looking down at the vanity and thinking it was the ugliest thing I had ever seen.
Goddang, that is an ugly vanity, I thought as I prayed to the porcelain gods.
As ugly as it was, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t as ugly as the one sitting in my front room right now, ready to get installed into my master bathroom.
(Didn’t know where I was going with that story, did you?)
See, last week I dropped my blow dryer in my already cracked master bathroom sink when I was getting ready for work, and I heard a sound like,
Thwock.
When I looked down, the sink was no longer intact. Rather, there was a large gaping maw, a huge chunk of, gee, I don’t know, whatever material makes up a bathroom sink, missing from it. I could see down into the vanity cabinet. We covered the gaping hole with duct tape as best we could, and I sent my oldest son and his friend to Home Depot to get the cheapest vanity he could find.
“Just make sure it’s not too ugly,” I told him as he walked out the door.
He called me from Home Depot to show me choices. I asked him about the brown one, because it was kind of mid-priced.
“Well, it’s brown,” he said, as he zoomed into it with Facetime, “with a cabinet on the bottom, and a white sink, porcelain I guess, maybe granite.” I could hear his friend in the background, “I think it’s marble!”
I told him to get it. And it is not porcelain, granite or marble. We’re not sure what it is.
Yesterday morning my other son was grabbing his jacket off of the coatrack, looked down at the vanity and said, “That’s the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. Tell me that’s not going in our bathroom. Who picked it out?”
Yours truly, honey. Listen, I’m getting my master bath redone in the fall, and I only need a sink for six months, so I don’t see the sense in putting out a whole bunch of money for something that’s going to get ripped out anyway and replaced with something beautiful that someone else who knows how to pick out vanities will pick out.
Which brings me to the point of this post. House decorating. I hate it. I have no knack for it. I have conceded the necessity to get the bathroom redone, but only through duress. I wouldn’t know how to pick out a drape, a shade, a sconce, wainscoting, or a countertop if my life depended on it.
That’s what God made interior designers for.
I’ll never forget many (many) years ago an acquaintance came over to pick up her son, and she looked around my house and smiled. She lived in one of those McMansions with eight bathrooms, six living rooms, three wings and an elevator. She was the kind of woman who entertained company every summer weekend, never left her porch, and bought furniture every few months the way the rest of us buy bras and underwear.
This day she looked around at my clean, well-lit and cozy house, and said, “Your house is so….cute. It reminds me of the first little rental house I lived in when I graduated from college.”
Ah yes, the old “insult disguised as a compliment” trick. A tool used by the semantically and intellectually weak. She was literally too pretentious to even insult back.
And “To Each Her Own,” I always say. Someone has five grand and hours to burn, and she wants to replace her already adequate living room furniture with equally adequate living room furniture? Then that is exactly what she should do, if it’s what makes her happy. Life is short.
But my five grand is getting spent on a trip to eastern Europe. Or to pet baby elephants in Kenya. Or to attend golf school at Sedona Golf Resort. On to loll around on a houseboat on Lake Powell.
Fuck, I have majorly meandered. This post was initially supposed to be about spring to-do lists. Mine is relatively simple. Assorted boat stuff. Water turned on. Yard work. Power washing. Deep-clean of house interior. Patio furniture scrubbed and hosed down. New flag, burn the old.
Voila, we are ready for summer. At least domestically.
So this vanity is getting installed on Wednesday, and we are preparing ourselves to love it as best we can. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, after all. And since I don’t know how to end this post and Memorial Day weekend is nipping at our heels, do you know flag rules?
- You should not display your flag in inclement weather unless it is made of all-weather material. Most flags are.
- When a flag has served its useful purpose, it should be disposed of in a dignified way, preferably by burning, but not in the form of protest or desecration.
- A flag should NEVER touch the ground. But if it does, you are not required to destroy it. Just keep it off the ground, will ya?
If you want to read more rules, see https://www.legion.org/flag/faq.