Date at the Hardware Store

The amount of metal and color-void in there makes makes me claustrophobic; I have no use in my life for so many nuts, bolts, tubes and yabadity with peculiar angles and prosaic functions - or so I had thought. I rethank the unthinkable when I made a visit to the hardware store with my husband today. A hardware shop is to a man what a shoe store is to a woman: The jaw-numbing, finger-curling greed to touch and own everything in sight.

The reason I had to force my unwilling self to the hardware shop was the urgent replacement need of the guestroom curtain. I had ideas and I had fabric but nothing was working out as I did not have the nuts and the bolts and the yabadity. So that is how I ended up there a couple hours later.  

Rather than black and white and grey pieces of metal, what I saw at the store were solutions: solution to the mislocated lamp on the top of my dressing table, solution to the storage problem in my small kitchen, solution to the wall hanging rack on the guest bathroom counter, solution to the placement of creeping plants on the terrace, solution to the wiring excesses in the living room...and so much more. My brain felt ecstasy with the bombardment of easy solutions to all the home repair and maintenance issues I'd been going through since 2009. I wanted to touch everything, own everything. I was seeing Shoes.

We spent a good amount of time, a decent dishing of cash, enjoyed lots of jokes and laughs and discussed so many ideas. The next time Shez and I are pondering a date idea, my pick will be the hardware store. ;)