I’m not much of a TV watcher, but I used to love that show, “Trading Spaces.” That was the show with two designers, a perky host, and two neighbors that exchange houses for two days and re-decorate. Hildy was my favorite designer. She was always doing crazy stuff like gluing feathers to the wall and nailing paint cans to the ceiling. I like to imagine what a show would be like for my place. Imagine, if you will, mine & The Gambler’s banter while holding paint brushes & nail guns. Okay, forget the nail guns…I sense danger. Our banter is sharp enough without the need to include dangerous power tools.
I’m not sure what the inside of my neighbor, Crazy Johnny’s, trailer looks like, but I do know that he has 1,392 cats. Hildy would no doubt make a textured feature wall out of cat fur. I’m also certain that we’d hide Crazy Johnny’s TV. Awww, those designers, they are my people. My mother tried to raise a proper Southern girl. She failed on so many different levels, but she succeeded in at least one area. I find TV’s tacky. Whatever happened to nice areas for conversation? Men always want these huge TV’s…’mine is bigger than yours’ type thing. And let me tell you, I don’t want anyone whipping out ANYTHING comparing sizes here at Lollygag Farm, TV’s or otherwise. Oh, that’s two things Momma did right. She’d be so proud.
When The Gambler & I built our house a few years back, I held firm & said I would NOT have a TV in the living room. Our friends & family would call each other & whisper, “Jenni & Tony built this big house. It must have sucked their savings dry…they can’t even afford a TV in the living room.” Billy, my sports fanatic brother-in-law, thought me to be insane. Padded cell insane. WHY would you host Thanksgiving (during football season) without a TV downstairs? So, we would bring down a 5” TV so he could watch the UT Vandy game. The 5” TV eventually found a permanent home downstairs. Since my eyesight is failing me, I recently agreed to a larger TV…wall mounted only. There is a 55” 3D TV currently sleeping in my living room floor, waiting to be hung on the wall. It came with 10 children (in the form of 3D glasses). What have I done?!? A lovely conversation area will be no more. Instead of, “Can I get you a glass of wine?” the conversation will shift to, “Hey, I think mine is bigger than yours. Nope, we’ll have to compare” (they will have on their 3D glasses while comparing, so things could get really ugly really fast). What would Hildy say? I suppose she would try to comfort me by saying, “It will be okay Jenni Belle. Go get the hot glue gun. I’ve got this bag of feathers…”
