My brother-in-law refers to me as “The Girl”. You know, the help that’s hired to make things happen, the one in the background, who has no name. That’s me. I know I am someone that can get things done. I’ve always been a doer, a producer. Nonetheless I prefer to be thought of more as “That Girl”, rather than “The Girl”. Marlo Thomas was so quirky and cute and like Mary Tyler Moore, she was making it on her own. True one lived in NYC and the other in Minneapolis, and I live in Boston, but still….I’m going to make this thing happen on my own.
This thing of course is The Manse, and like the middle of any good TV show it looks more like disaster is about to strike than it’s ready for the flash bulbs to start popping, but I’m confident. Sort of…Oh I have a million decisions to make still. Bed sets to buy. Dining chairs, lounge chairs, desk chairs, occasional, and every day. I’ve got furniture to paint, miles to go before I sleep.
If money were no object. I wonder if I would have no creativity at all. It’s a possibility. Not to worry, right now, I am being forced to get seriously creative, because I have spent WAY too much, and here I thought I was doing well. By that I mean, maintaining a budget that I never wrote down, but had a rough idea in my mind I was willing to spend. No – that ship has sailed, so now my living room looks like a grade school art project. All the surfaces are covered with cut outs of furniture, lighting, linens, and all the items I need to complete this place before 28 April.
That Girl will pull it together, and she’ll do it in style. You just keep the faith.