
In the morning ...
Me: "Kevin, I found more mirrors for the living room! Would you mind painting them for me? You do a MUCH better job than I do. I WISH that I could spray paint like YOU."
Him: "I guess. Do we have any paint?"
Me: "No. Would you mind picking up a couple of cans when you go to Lowes?"
Him: "Oh sure."
Me: "Sure? Does that mean sure you will or sure you mind?"
No answer.
Oh the poor man. He has had to endure years and years and years of this.
And of course he painted them for me. And of course he did a brilliant job. He is the BEST painter ever.
That afternoon ...
Him: "Your mirrors are done. Do you want me to put them on the kitchen counter?"
Me: "Would you mind holding them up on the wall for me? I want to do a new arrangement with all of the mirrors and that would make it easier if I could step back and look. And if you could go ahead and hang them for me that would be great too."
Him: "Uh, I guess."
Me: "You guess?"
No answer.
Me: "I'll get my hammer."
So I get my own little red tool box out of the stair closet and Kevin holds each mirror up on the living room wall while I tell him a little more to the right or up and down or just a smidge to the left and lower lower lower please. And the whole time he is wanting to cringe over all of the previous little holes that are now being exposed that I had covered up the LAST time that I moved the mirrors around. And I hear muttered rumblings of how the whole wall now needs to be repainted.
Well thank goodness I know a good painter, right?
;-)
And while I have him helping me, I decide on a nice symmetrical pattern. A bigger mirror for the left side - a bigger mirror for the right. The little ones all in a row. Yes that should do it! My meticulous husband measures and makes sure that each one is hung properly and evenly spaced.
Mission accomplished.
Him: "Looks good?"
Me: "They look great! Thank you for your help."
Him: "You're welcome. So I'm done?"
Me: "Yes, I'll clean up."
He steps back and says, "It does look really good. I like it. Very nice. You did a good job."
The poor man is released to go kick back in his beloved crooked leather chair and watch something on TV.
And as I stepped back to admire my new mirror arrangement, I realized something.
I hated it.
Yuk. Too symmetrical. Too perfect.
So I wait until he goes outside to work on his boat and I take my hammer and completely redo the design. I hammered away - bending nails and chipping plaster. And as usual, I didn't measure and some are a tad too close together. And also as usual, I managed to create more little holes that now need to be patched.
But I love it now.
And of course me being me I have to take more pictures than are necessary to show YOU. Please ignore the smudges on the mirrors and the holes on the wall ...

Yep. Now I'm happy!
Hours later hubby enters the room.
Him: "What happened????? You moved all of them?"
Me: "I did! Isn't it better? See how they flow kind of willy-nilly and it is more interesting to the eye? Fun, right? Quirky, yes? And look - I have room for more! Isn't that awesome?"
No answer.
And my husband walks away.
Me: "Kevin? Kevin?"
Sigh.
He'll be back.
;-)
Kim