Never Let It Be Said That We Are Not a Classy Family

So how classy are we?

I’m glad you asked!

Our family is so classy that we think it’s perfectly fine and dandy to use an old box spring for a front door.

Because after all, it does lend a sort of golden, shiny, fresh, outdoor ambience to the inside of the house. Now doesn’t it?

Just look at all that outdoor ambience that is pouring into the house. (Along with every housefly within a 75-mile mile radius.)

I thought that the whole tableau looked especially charming from the outside.

Can you see how much effort we expended making sure that the wood on the bottom of the box spring would exactly match the wood in the chair? Martha Stewart has nuthin’ on this family when it comes to classy decorating, no sirree, Bob!

And how about this collection of color that so charmingly complements the wood?

The bright blue, the dashing red, the splash of contrast they provide to the brown tones in the wood—well, what can I say? When you’re good, you’re good.

But wait. What’s this? It seems as though a member of the household would like to egress using the front door. But alas (and lo! and behold!) yon household member seems to be beset by an onslaught of puzzlement.

“What is this?” he thinks. “Could this possibly be an old box spring sitting in front of our front door?”

He thinks about the puzzle intently (which doesn’t very long) and then turns around to inquire of his sister who, according to his small brain, is the Knower Of All Things.

However, said sister is too busy posing for (yet another) picture to listen to her bewildered dog’s plea for illumination on the matter.

So he looks up at me instead. “Mom? Is there something going on here I should know about?”

Well, I guess since he asked so very nicely, I will shed a little light on the subject. A little natural, outdoorsy light, where Steve is busy painting doors and shutters . . .

. . . and I am busy waving good-bye.