M: it’s the french revolution all over again, I’m having flashbacks!
That was M&M’s reaction to my comforter. The teal loveliness I chose to grace my bed with, seems to have amused him muchly. He argued that soon I would be measuring for curtains and baroque mirrors. I hotly disagreed that I could ever go that frou frou and he slyly dubbed me Rebecca Antionette Marie, in retaliaton.
Somehow the nickname stuck itself to my comforter and now it is called Marie Antionette. Every time I would talk to M, he would ask if the revoluton had started yet. I finally got it in the mail and I am very pleased with my new comforter. I couldn’t afford the neck pillow, but I really wanted it (grin) M says this is just the first proof that I will slowly sink into the clutches of frou frou city.
Here is a photo of my new blanket.
I think it looks lovely.
That sure is purty!
It is..it really is..and warm too! I bought pj’s that match it!
Bekki.. I think this would need to grow on me.
Yeah, you are more the Victorian era! If it was made of lace, you’d be all over it!