I have some very serious things to discuss today. One is totally heavy, the other is totally silly. Which shall we begin with?
I think the silly.
I entered this. It was on a whim and I assumed it was a long shot. However, I got a call back and had a nice discussion with a dude from DecorView about setting up a time for the gang to come over to the house, take measurements and do the classic Emily Henderson style diagnostic.
Now for the heavy. I think it will become apparent when you read my entry into the contest. Life has taken a dramatic turn for the dude and I, but we are very grateful to know that it we will be able to get back to Heffe House shenanigans and Vintage Shasta Camper dreams soon enough.
Heffe is awesome. He is such a “dude,” but he is sweet and loving and totally willing to let me make fun of our disparate design sensibilities on my silly little blog. He let me move in and bring all my “weird” art. On a date, about 2 years ago – our relationship ripe enough to discuss potentially living together at some point — he told me that he would NEVER live with my turquoise couch. I legitimately doubted the longevity of our relationship at that moment. First offense, he thought my baby blue couch was turquoise, secondly whatever because now — he lives with it and he loves it.
Score with the couch, however – I’m not expert enough to get Heffe to agree that window treatments are rad. If it weren’t for the need for at least SOME privacy, I’m sure he’d prefer that the windows remain bare altogether – but I have stopped trying to get him to hang curtain rods. Slowly I’m working on showing him that homes feel more finished when properly designed, and that all of his peculiar admonishing is simply waiting for the right opportunity to be better informed.
A little personal background about Heffe… well, he is a single dad, 37 years old and good looking. I’m a lucky girl. His kids are with us every other weekend and they are amazing and way too smart for their age…. Smart like their dad – who is a financial analyst in downtown LA. Recently – as in like, I’m in the hospital room right now, Heffe was diagnosed with Burkitt’s Lymphoma. This is crazy and we are adjusting. I don’t even like typing it – but I know how well these type of human stories play out. I don’t know what your schedule is, but my good looking dude is bound to be bald pretty soon. We just finished up with the part one of the first round of perhaps as many as six or eight rounds of chemo. We’ll be in and out of the hospital for the next 6 months for treatment.
We’ve got the house spic and span for our first homecoming, but if we could come back to a Shiny Happy makeover after one of these hospital stays…. well that would just be too crazy. I don’t think he’d mind… He couldn’t possibly mind right? (Full disclosure, he knows I have a lady crush on Emily Henderson and I asked his permission to enter this. Full compliance.)
We await word today. I’ll try not to be too disappointed if the Heffe House isn’t selected. But they just called again while I was preparing this post, and asked for contact info for the landlord. I called the landlord, and he’s stoked. I’m feeling pretty good about this. Thanks for playing,
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