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Years ago, before marriage was ever on the table, Ryan's parents warned me that he's got a tendency to be a bit less than graceful. Ok--he's downright clumsy. Sometimes. Give the guy five hot dinner plates and a crowded restaurant, and he's set. (We can thank his part-time job in high school and college for that.) Lower stress environments, however, do not lend themselves to the safety or general well-being of ones possessions.
I rearranged the other day. You know--moving Camden's crib along side our bed? The new location of our bed doesn't allow for cumbersome bedside tables and lamps.
Because no project I start is ever finished in one day anymore, I left a few things for the next day. Including the poor, unassuming lamp shade you see pictured above.
Ryan maintains I should not have "hidden" it underneath the down duvet, where it met its doom. I believe words were mumbled about just buying a new one.
I wonder, if I were to hide my Coach or my Louis Vuitton under that same duvet, where it might happen to be so innocently squished, would the same rule apply?
I mean, it only seems fair... right?
