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Most Excellent Team

It would be a fun job to be a namer. The power to make the mundane sexy, the basic luxe, the dorky cool. Misrepresentation could abound! Smoke and mirrors baby.

What's in a name?

Of cars. The Yukon. Did anyone realize that is a potato.

Of furniture. The Bradford Sofa? NO you can't actually sit on it. You cover it in plastic, like the lampshades, and you NEVER go in that room silly.

Of lipstick colors. Like the one I'm wearing now! Metal Garnet. Kiss me, I'm bullet proof.

Of nail polish colors. Jailbait. Trailer Trash. I will wear it to the 8 Mile II premeire.

Of interior wall paint colors. Honeytone vs. Peach Nectar? Lucious Moss vs. Secret Garden? Soft Wine vs. Sugar Sweet Kiss? Forget love letters...take me Home (Depot) and whisper sweet paintchips in my ear.

When standing in front of that great rainbow of multicolored bookmarks, I find that I just want to take one of each of them. I am so glad they cost nothing because I would steal them if I had to pay for the sample color cards. Greed takes over. Like a squirrel hordes her nuts, I love those paint chips. I pick up colors that normally I would never even consider if I wasn't standing at The Alter of The Church of Home Improvement: the paint chip display.

Since there are only so many rooms one can paint in one's own residence, I enjoy helping friends pick paint and was talking about paint options with Mer the other day.

She went on to say she appreciated my paint color advice. Something about trendiness and being ahead of curves and then she said:

"I on the other hand tend to be slightly more waspy and conservative. With porn accents, of course. We are a most excellent team."

posted by gracegow @ 8:31 PM