White or Cream?

White or Cream

We are not rich. We are not poor either, but lets say we are on the wrong side of well off.  It is a horrible place to be. I don’t like it one bit. It is the place where the sin "Coveting" hides and plays tricks with your mind. You are not poor enough to know that you may never have something, but you are not rich enough to actually have the thing that you really want. You have to be satisfied with the cheaper version of it, just to be disappointed with your actual purchase in the end and finding yourself right where you started in the first place, wishing you had the thing that you just couldn’t afford. It is stupid. This whole damn world is upside down. Every moment of every day things get shoved in front of you that you should have or could have or may one day want to have. It is a horrible place. Take kitchen barstools for instance.

Now I have never given said item a day of thought in my life. I’ve never had the need to. I don’t own a house, never have and the house we are renting has a kitchen that is so small there is no space for barstools. So how on earth did I get trapped into spending half an hour of my life debating barstools? The big question on the table was: “white or cream”? MMmm..I can see how that could be a dilemma..NOT! Well, I suppose if that if it warrants half an hour of a ladies tea morning, I may actually have to investigate the subject. Seriously, some people have war in their countries, the Euro is going to the dogs, the Queen has been on the throne for 60 years, but barstools, now that is a debate worthy item.

So, ladies, what are your thoughts? Seriously white or cream? I personally had no thoughts on this subject this morning besides the small, dull snoring sound my brain was making halfway through the conversation, that I thought it to be best to excuse myself from the conversation incase the sound became audible. Looks like furniture and paint colours are the "new hair and nails topic"for the well off. And, like I said, I am not well off, so, the subject is of absolutely no interest to me. Which poses the question..will it become of any interest if I were to become rich? Please no, spare myself from my super rich future self. I could not bare to be bored with my own conversations.

I guess by this time you have realised I am pretty... well, lets put it gently, annoyed. House after house, renovation after renovation has been paraded infront of me. Paint colours have been discussed, door handles have been compared and curtain samples have been strewn around on many a coffee morning. And patiently, I have had to grin and bare it. Nope, I have never ever had the opportunity to choose a paint colour for my living room. I have never even thought about getting curtains made. I bought my dining room chairs off ebay, not because they were vintage, no, because they were cheap. NO! NO! NO! But, I have had to listen to all these bloody woman going on and on and on about their bloody houses and I am fed up. There, I've said it. I do not care what you are doing with your house. Paint it any bloody colour. Buy both cream and white barstools if you cant make a decision, just DONT TELL ME ABOUT IT..cause I DON'T CARE!!